It was strange how empty he felt without her there. He was hollow; there wasn't anything left, he was just a killing machine now. The way he killed that District 11 guy – the one that killed her. It was horrible, even by his standards. She'd brought out the human in him, before. He'd always had a problem empathizing, connecting with people. His feelings were always detached; one of the main reasons he was chosen to train as a career. It was much easier training a psychopath wasn't it?

But he'd met her there; his little psycho. Finally he felt a connection to someone and it was the strangest thing. She brought out that tiny bit of human in him; now he had feelings and knew what it was like to be insanely protective of someone. She was the most amazing thing. The brightest star with that winning smile of hers. If he concentrated hard enough, he could smell her smell again; that light sweetness that lingered in your nostrils for a hundred years and you'd never get tired of it.

But she was gone now wasn't she. Because he couldn't get there fast enough. It was all his fucking fault. He didn't even care about winning the games now, because all he wanted to do anymore was kill, kill, kill. Get lost in a world spinning with blood and never wake from it. He didn't cry when he saw her small body, that broken skull- he couldn't think of it. There was no crying. All he knew was his world crashing around him.

There were no tears because she took that humanity along with her and left behind a deranged psychopath.

He was just a psychopath with a broken heart that's all.