Sadly, I've had my fill for the day. I only came here to meet you, young lady. To get a closer look, of course. At the charcoal-black envy beneath the barbecue of your heart.

I detest leftovers. No Players were meant to escape yesterday's chowder of destruction. Do you know why you alone survived? Because you are strong. It's a dog-eat-dog world. A logical hierarchy much like the food chain. The strong reach the top and win the Game, while the weak are left behind, the heels of the proverbial loaf.