Prim:
A tear slowly slid down Prim's cheek leaving a trail of silver on her skin that glistened in the dim light of the television. She had to hold out hope that Katniss would win, but it was getting harder and harder as she watched the sheer brutality of some of the other contestants.
Mother:
She reached out to Prim, wanting to shield her from the horrors on the screen before them, but before she could touch her a scream from the television caused her to flinch away. She had seen countless Hunger Games, however only one had stood out as much as this one. Twenty-six years was a long time. It had destroyed one person more than anyone else; they were here in District twelve. She almost wasn't sure she wanted her daughter to come back, she had seen what the horrors had done to others, but no, how could she think that. Katniss must come home.
Gale:
All these years he had watched these sick games, and he had always felt anger, but every time he saw her face, he felt more than just anger, he was livid and worried and and helpless. There was nothing he could do to save Katniss. It was maddening. He had to watch her, from afar, never knowing if her next breath was her last. And Peeta, he wished him dead, and hated himself for it. Katniss was supposed to be his, would have been his, If not for the games! It all came back to the Capitol. Cold fury overwhelmed him and suddenly he couldn't handle it. He stood up abruptly and stormed out of the room slamming the door. He was breathing hard; he had to get out of there. He wanted to break something anything. To stop himself he started running; he didn't know where he was going and then he arrived at her house sweating and crazy. Before he could knock Prim opened the door and stepped aside letting him in. he just barely got inside before he crumpled to the ground. He screamed. All the anger and jealousy and anguish were released. Then he was crying, sobbing really and so was Prim and together they wept away the image of Katniss as she burned.