"I don't want you to leave me," Prim whispered. "I don't want you to leave me." I watched as two tears fell from her eyes, and I wiped her eyes, whispering things- good things about me leaving. "I won't die, Prim," I told her, my hands tell her it would be okay. When she looked up however, my eyes told her I was lying. The probability that I would survive would be one in a million. But she couldn't know that. Because I will take even the smallest chances, and turn them upside down. I will win the Games, and I won't die. For Prim. For Gale. For me...