"Yeah," the scoff choked her breathe, bitter and dry, and her smile matched his, "Yeah, that's..."

A hopeful future: to be trapped in an arena she could only leave when everyone else in it was dead, or she was. And Thane with her; she couldn't say that she'd rather die than kill him, but only because she wouldn't allow it to happen. It would never come to that— talking about the eventuality was therefore pointless, a waste of time.

"Hey. 'Course I'm going to win. I always win."

Doesn't sound very triumphant, said like that.