Lita attempts to pull herself together. It's only a few tears but it must seem like hysterics compared to how Savannah normally sees her; it's certainly not how Lita sees herself. She knows it's hard on Savannah to hear the details of what happened but it has to be said. She needs to know the state of Lita's heart and mind just as much as she needs to know what the Capitol is capable of. Or, rather, to validate what she already knows the Capitol is capable of.
Lita sees the guilt in Savannah's eyes and hates that her friend feels that way. She's just another casualty of James' web of lies. Lita knows it wasn't Savannah's secret to tell her about who he was. If the situation had been reversed, Lita very well might have done the exact same thing. James put Savannah in an exceedingly difficult position; it was another thing he would need to make amends for.
"I understand why you couldn't tell me," Lita says, her eyes pleading for her friend to understand. She pats her on the leg in a reassuring gesture. "And don't think for one second I hold it against you. The whole thing just sucks so much all the way around. I don't know what's going to happen with him and I...I really don't. But you know you and I okay."
Lita lets out a laugh despite herself, imagining her tiny spitfire friend staring down the Dog King and giving him a good hard slap. Lita appreciates the visual and sentiment is enough to make her wipe her sleeve across her eyes, dabbing the tears away.
"Oh my God, I'd pay good money to see you defend my honor," Lita says with a watery chuckle. "But no, I get it. I know you two have a lot to accomplish. I'm not looking to stand in your way. Or his way. I just want..."
Lita trails off, unable to complete her sentence. What does she want? She's always been so sure in her convictions. In the past, there's never been any hesitation when she's got her eyes on the prize. But this thing with James is so much different than anything she's ever done. She's unsure, hesitant...but for once that's not a bad thing. It allows her time. Time to think and process and assess who she is and what she truly wants.
"...I just want to hang out with my best friend. And maybe raid her kitchen for a snack of the pork rind variety."