The spear feels heavy and awkward. Why? I have trained for this, why can't I just do it? Finish off the little girl ensnared in the net?

Because you are weak and useless.

I know I have to. This is The Hunger Games. Kill or be killed. I need to do this, but-

But what! Honestly, lover boy could do better!

The little girl is still struggling. Crying for help. She looks a bit like my little sister back home. She wouldn't want me to kill this child, would she?

She wants her big brother back home. Alive. Victorious.

The girls frantic cries have become pleas for someone, Katniss.

Just hurry up and kill her! Her ally is coming!

That decides it. A couple of steps, then the thrust. The smooth release, just like I have practised a thousand times back home. Back home. I'm now one step closer to home. That sweet feeling is extinguished by the dark cloud of guilt.

And the arrow in my neck.

It happened so fast I hardly felt it.

One moment I was standing above the dying girl.

The next lying beside her.

In my world of blackness and smoke all I can here is ringing-

Deep in the meadow, under the willow…

What? Why is she singing for me? I, I killed her ally.

A bed of grass, a soft green pillow..

It does not make sense.

Lay down your head and close your sleepy eyes…

That's when I realise. She is not singing to me.

And when they open again…

Who would sing for me?

The sun will rise…

Marvel.