

Clove opens her jacket. Is lined with an impressive set of knives. She carefully selects an almost delicate in appearance with a curved blade and cruel. “I promised Cato that if he let me have you, I would give the public a good show.” …”We’re going to kill you, just like we did with your pathetic, little ally. What was her name, Rue? Well, first Rue, then you, and I think we’ll let nature take care of Lover Boy. How does that sound?”