[ Johanna remains rooted to the spot after the chains disappear, like she's still tied up. She's shaking, and for a long while, her eyes are glazed over. She's lost in her own mind, and coming back to reality is a slow and painful process. The last time this happened, she had to be sedated, but this time, she's on her own. Johanna grips her left arm with her right hand, squeezing until her fingernails draw blood. The sensation helps her focus on the present, somewhat. ]
No.
[ She says, at last, voice hoarse. ]
It's not -- you didn't know.
[ She laughs, bitter and perhaps slightly crazy. This wasn't the man's fault. This was the doing of the Capitol, and Johanna will never forget it. ]
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No.
[ She says, at last, voice hoarse. ]
It's not -- you didn't know.
[ She laughs, bitter and perhaps slightly crazy. This wasn't the man's fault. This was the doing of the Capitol, and Johanna will never forget it. ]