I sat down beside Cato on the Capitol couch. Introductions were over, and we had down time.
Cato spoke. `You know only one person comes out of the Games alive right?`
I nodded tersely, not sure where this conversation was going.
`So say we're the last tributes alive. Would you kill me?` Cato tilted his head to the side.
I thought for a moment. `I don't know, really. It's going to be hard to kill you, and you're a nice guy. Everyone says so.`
`Do you?` A smug grin appeared on Cato's face.
I developed a sudden interest in my combat boots. `That's not being fair.` I finally get out, `But yes. You're more than nice.`
Cato looked pleased with my answer, but being the horrible person I am, I wasn't going to let him go. `How about you? Would you kill me?`
`I'll be hard. I love you as a sister you know.` He answered.
I cocked my head to the side, smirking. `Any more than a sister?` I pressed.
Cato faltered. `Yeah.` He stands up, smiling. Cato offers his hand to me. `They say the roof's real nice.`
I entwine my fingers with his. `Do you?` I tease, before walking out hand in hand with Cato.