That was a really good question, actually. Because Effie Trinket was slowly coming to the realization that she had no idea what was in her own heart when that heart was torn out of the machine of the Capitol.

"He won't let anything happen to me. He wouldn't let anyone hurt me."

Or at least he would be egregiously offended if anyone DID.

"He accepts me for who I am."

Except Jack Horner continually objected to her manner of dress and makeup, like everyone else in Luceti.

Not to mention the fact that who am I was a question that was keeping her up at night, lately.

Did he, in fact, cherish her? Care deeply about her? Was she getting so good at lying that she could convince herself of that? Or was Jack Horner's strange charisma acting on her senses?

Effie wondered if her words sounded as false to Sharpe as they did to herself. Because she was a master at masking her feelings and recognizing that others always acted in their own self-interest, and that deep down Jack Horner wanted her for sex and not much else. She wasn't an idiot. Her fight with Adele had been telling. She was certain the other woman wasn't lying.

"Can we change the subject, please?"