"You think I'd want to join the witches?" Johanna snorts. "Keep walking, fleabag! Not a fucking chance."

She's silent for a moment.

"Why do you stay? Why do you do as they ask you?"

She can't even contemplate staying as a servant voluntarily. Snow held her family over her, kept her drugged to make her compliant. In her right mind? No, not a chance would she ever do anyone's bidding.

"I am NOT joining a faction. Screw it all."