All she could do was shake her head, not giving an actual damn about appearances for once in her frivolous life. Everything was a mess. Everything sucked. What was the point of denying the obvious anymore? She was gone, so far gone that she didn't think looking back would make a difference anymore. And she didn't want to look back Looking back could only do one thing for her: frighten her into changing her mind.

"Just go." She said hoarsely. "You've got an Arena to win. Now, go."