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I lounge on the plush sofas near the back of the train, staring out the window with my hands clasped tightly in my lap, and trying to imagine that the train wasn't going towards the Capitol, imagining that both of us would always be safe, no matter what. But the weight of the situation rumbles over me and I cringe at the reality. Only one can come out alive, one out of 24, a handful of which are trained all their lives for this very moment. What chance do I stand, do any of us stand against people like that? District twelve has had approximately one victor, Haymitch. Poor, drunken, lonely Haymitch, who hasn't managed to bring back even one tribute.

How are we ever going to survive more than a day out there? I ball up my fists in my faded grey dress, blinking rapidly and trying hard to breathe evenly. Whoosh! The door of the train compartment opens suddenly and I wipe at my eyes before turning around to face whoever it was there. Dilan. He walks in and gingerly takes a spot next to me, laying one of his rough, calloused hand on my clenched fists "Why did you do it?" I croak.

He shakes his head sadly and looks up at me, his face an expression of resolve and woe "I had to, you're my sister and I have to protect you." I snort and look away before turning to face him again "No, listen here, I am your older sister and I am the one supposed to protect you, you hear? So next time you think of something stupid like that, don't. Alright?" I pace the room, my hands shaking uncontrollably. I quickly cross my arms tightly to hide them. "It's too late now, we're in this together whether we like it or not, we'll be alright." He gently lays a hand on my shoulder "We will not!" I snap, shrugging his hand away "Only one comes out alive, Dilan, one. Even if we do make it to the last two, which I highly doubt, only one of us can survive." "Then I'll make sure that you come back out." He stands up beside me, crossing his arms and looking me evenly in the face with an air of determination "No, No, don't you dare say that! "I hiss. It is only then that I realise how tall he is, how he towers over me. I sigh heavily, if the Games hadn't got in the way, he would have gone on to have a good future, possibly marry, have children, live to see another day. But instead he is here, preparing for a fight to the death with twenty three other people, one of which is his only sister, his only family. I sink down onto the sofa, burying my head into my hands "Rena, are you alright?" I shake my head slightly "I just, I just don't want to talk about this anymore." "Alright then, I'll see you at dinner." I hear him walk to the door, and whoosh, he's gone.