It's not as beautiful as one of his creations. [just a simple statement of facts. No dress will ever compare to something Cinna could design. Not ever. Her face clouds over a little when she continues. The mug plaed back on the table. She never told him, did she?]

Snow killed him. Peacekeepers came when I was in the lift. They beat him and dragged him away and... he's dead, too. Because of me. Because of that wedding dress. [Not depressing, not depressing. She tries to force a smile.]. He would like this, wouldn't he? And hate those pants you showed up here wearing.