I feel sick, and the more I think about what just happened I feel more sick. I am standing in the justice building and the Cullens just left after coming to say their goodbyes. Even though they knew I would return Bella and Nessie were crying. Nessie kissed me and said, "I know being away from me hurts, but you'll have to do this." But when everybody left Carlisle stayed behind. "Over the years I have come to think of you as my son." He told me, "When you're in the arena I give you permission to, uhh… take your other form. Nobody cares about secrets anymore. But I beg you this, try to be merciful." He said before hugging me and leaving the building. When he said that I remembered what my task was, to kill 23 other people. I was too busy worrying about being separated from my Nessie before. I know that when Carlisle watches me in the arena it would be in anguish at the thought of his family taking lives. Before I'm left to dwell on this further I'm whisked away by Prema Howe.
I sit next to Zara in the car. As she moves her head her thick black hair moves, and I see her tear stained check. She and I both know that she wouldn't be returning. I just hope that I don't have to be the one to kill her.
When we step onto the train Zara lets out a little gasp. She is shocked at its grand interior. "Now Jacob's rooms are over there." Prema points to her left. "And Zara's are over there." She says as she points to the right. She turns on her heel and leaves. A few seconds she's back, "Oh and dinner is in an hour and a half." She tells us.
I enter my rooms. There is a bed and a chest of draws and an ensuite bathroom with a toilet, basin and a shower. My rooms are arranged in one long line. I decide I'll have a shower. The problem with being a shape-shifter is that there is no such thing as having a hot shower. Even though I only turn on the hot tap the water still feels warm. As the water swirls around me I give myself time to register the pain of being separated from Nessie. And every second I'm being torn even more away from her. That is the only curse of imprinting, being unable to be separated. But nobody knows what I'm going through. I'm not just the last Quillette but also the last Native American. Except the country of my people has been replaced by this terrible nation. There is no America only Panem.
I turn of the water and exit the bathroom. I open the first draw and pick out my clothes, a navy blue top and grey pants. In the second draw I find a pair of sneakers and put them on. Now I'm ready to face my reality.