"I VOLUNTEER!"
"Enobaria!" the District Two escort calls out as she reads the small paper with her name written on it.
You feel as if you've been stabbed in the chest with your own spear. It is a terrifying site for you to see: the woman you love standing on the stage, being called to enter the Games once again. Her face is empty, emotionless.
She can win, you know she can. She's done it before.
But what if she doesn't win? What if this time, she doesn't make it?
If she dies in the Arena, you'll never be able to forgive yourself for letting her go in without any protection. You'll never be able to forgive yourself for just standing there and watching her through a hologram in the Capitol while she's fighting for her life.
You'll never be able to forgive yourself for not doing enough.
"I volunteer!" you cry out, without even thinking twice.