"Cato!"
The voice-Clove's voice- rings through the trees, panicked and afraid, and my heart migrates to my mouth.
Knife Girl is never scared. Never.
I run toward the voice. I can handle this. I can handle Knife Girl leaving me.
District Twelve is lying on the ground next to the Cornucopia looking terrified.
Eleven is bashing Knife Girl's skull against the horn.
For a moment, I can't believe this is happening. It's a dream. Then my vision goes red, and I charge.

"...Fire Girl."

Eleven's voice. I look around, but they're both gone. That filthy murderer, and little Twelve.
And Clove, my Knife Girl, is lying on the ground, gasping her life out.
I'm horrified to find that I'm crying, but I can't help it, can't bear the thought of her leaving.
She smiles weakly. "Hey there, Two."

How can she be so brave?

"Clove, please, Clove, don't leave me."
"I'm going already. Cato, please don't be sad. I'll wait for you. Always. I promise."
I gather her tiny body-no smaller than a twelve-year-old's-in my arms, and kiss her. "Knife Girl. You will live...you have to live-"

But it's too late. I can feel her slip away even as I say it.

I hold her for half an hour, ignoring the impatient beeping of the hovercraft. Then I know it's too late.

And I have people to deal with.

So I walk toward Eleven's field.

Twelve and Eleven. Both of them, I'll kill. For Clove.

The girl who never misses, the Knife Girl I care about so much.