Torrie snorts, she can’t help the disbelief that the only people the Hounds really want are the men in the Capitol. What are all the junkies that they’ve killed, collateral damage? Entertainment? If there was no good reason for them to deal then what was their point? This Dog bitch sounds like she’s saying the truth though, whatever truth she believes, and maybe that gets under Torrie’s skin more than the statements themselves.
“Whether or not you’ve turned over a new leaf, that doesn’t change the body count,” Torrie points, not so easily won over by a set of earnest words. The only reason she’s even still occupying the space is because of Solomon and Jo; for whatever reason they think this bitch is worth something. “And you don’t know me,” she adds, and snakes a hand to her hip. “I could be worthless to your fucking vendetta.”