This time as I'm strapped to the chair, they remove my prosthetic. I don't expect them to give it back, as last time I used it to hit the attendant (whose name I have learned to be Wills). I clamp my mouth shut as the tracker jacker venom surges through the IV in my arm. Wills points to the screen and hits a button on a remote. It comes to life and Wills hits another button to fast forward. I recognize the scene. Cato is running towards me and Katniss, being chased by the mutts. The moment Katniss realizes what's going on, she bolts. I chase after her, trying to keep up, but falling behind quickly.

"She left you for the mutts. She knew you couldn't outrun them."

"No, that's not right," I protest.

"Your death would have been slow in the hands of the mutts. You saw what they did to District Two."

"No she—" But I can't think of an excuse. She ran as fast as her legs could carry her, not sparing a thought for me.

I watch as she reaches the Cornucopia, only then looking back at me.

"Go, Katniss! Go!" On screen I'm urging her to climb up the horn and leave me behind. But why?

Because you love her, I remind myself. But do I?

She climbs up the side of the horn. When I reach the Cornucopia, she yells at me to climb.

See, she cares about you. She's trying to save your life.

She loads an arrow and lets it fly; it burrows deep into the neck of the first mutt.

"She was aiming for you," says Wills.

I look up at him. "No, she wasn't. Katniss never misses."

"No! She wouldn't do that! She was trying to protect me! She shot the mutt!" I protest.

"By accident! She was supposed to hit you!"

"If she had wanted to hit me, she would have," I argue.

"She was exhausted and delirious," he insists.

"She's too good an archer!" I shout.

"Of course she is," Wills reasons after a moment of thought, "she's a mutt. How else could she have such accurate aim otherwise?"

I think about this for a moment, but the venom is clouding my thoughts. I can't seem to think of any other explanation. This would make sense on paper, if I didn't know all she's done to protect me.

"She hates you," says Wills.

"No." But it's barely audible.

"Don't resist the truth."

"No! No! It's not true!" I scream, if only to convince myself that my words are true.

"Well then," Wills drawls.

I shriek as more venom enters my veins. On screen, I am climbing up the Cornucopia and Katniss reaches down to grab my arm.

Then suddenly, I am no longer in the room in the Capitol.

I am in the Games.