Very short, but for Starvation. I hope this strikes a nerve. Please tell me in your review if I've failed/or haven't.
A friend who dies, it's something of you who dies.
Coriolanus smiles grimly as he reads the suggestion slip. He knows it's Haymitch. Most indefinitely. No one else writes like that, and no other paper would be so easy to crumple. Tis an odd suggestion, even odder than that time Johanna told him to boil his head in rose oil. Ah, how quickly farewell flew to her poor mother and father. No one insulted his roses.
This one might cost Haymitch his alcohol, because he did strike a nerve. For Coriolanus felt part of him die as Five, Six, Eight, Nine, Ten, and Eleven died. He'll completely die when the rest are all dead. So they're all friends...?
He figures that he'll completely die ten seconds after the Games. Most likely one of the Twelve kids will win, and he hates those two. But he still can't comprehend the truth-the victors are his friends...?
It doesn't matter. Coriolanus calls the Head Gamemaker over.
"Stop the Games," he whispers. It doesn't matter at this point. He must save himself.
Plutarch smiles. He didn't hear the president, but his 'Yes' will take care of everything.