Gazelle feels isolated in this little room. It's hardly anything that is meant to feel safe. Anything that is suppose to feel like comfort. She sits in a plain chair, her fingers covering her face as she deals with the after effects of her father's most recent visit. The tears that she shed. The fears that she lets escape in the three minutes that she was allowed with her last remaining family member. She remembers the last words that she said to him.
If I die daddy... I'll be your guardian angel. You hear me? You take care of things. I'll take care of you. I love you daddy!
His reactions was that of pure sadness, holding on to her with ever fiber of his being until the moment the peacekeepers came in and had to forcibly take him out. How much longer would she be put into this room? How much longer would she have to endure all the pain of waiting? What about Ringo? And Kas? And Melrose? Her father brought Melrose's tears to her because she couldn't muster the strength to do it herself. Who, if anyone, would be her next and last visitor before she was forced to leave on the train and end up in the capitol?