I don't know what you mean and I don't want to know.

None of it matters anymore. We're not home.

[ A tired, wavering sigh as she pinches the bridge of her nose and makes herself more comfortable on the threadbare couch to continue this exhaustive conversation. ]

And I don't see how can you defend these people when we are effectively their tributes? Except there is no victor or end to this game and it involves everyone.

There is nothing to realize. I don't have the time to spare on idle thought because I will be far too busy attempting to survive.