Heya! As I promised, only working on this now. :3 hope you like it!

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Prim's POV

The next morning, I woke up, yawning. To my surprise, I felt the comforting warmth of someone spread-eagled next to me. Turning my head, I caught a glimpse of sleek brown hair in a rumpled braid. Smiling, I snuggled down closer to my sister. Katniss had always looked out for me. I knew she would do everything in her power to make sure I come out of the arena alive. This will be a first – no-one's ever had their sister for a mentor before.

My slight movement woke Katniss, and she stirred, stretching. When she noticed I was awake she smiled – the small, soft smile that only I could ever seem to extract from her.

"Good morning, little duck," she whispered, smoothing the back of my nightgown. Giggling, I wormed my way towards her, turning over so I could hug her tight. She was a bit surprised for a moment, but then hugged me back gently.

"What's for breakfast?" I asked reflexively, forgetting for a moment where we were. Then background noise of the train engine and the feeling of speeding forward caught up to me, and I frowned.

Noticing, Katniss kissed me lightly on the forehead. "Come on, let's go find out."

I never once let go of her shirt all the way down the train's hallway, hanging on with a death grip. We entered the dining room to find it deserted but for Peeta and Effie, both of whom were talking softly while Peeta dipped rolls in hot chocolate. That one sight seemed to startle my sister, and she pursed her lips like she was reliving some conflicting memory. Putting on her bright face (the one I knew I could see right through), Katniss waltzed up and plunked down in a chair across from Peeta, nodding to him rather coldly.

I frowned at my sister, sitting down next to her, still throttling the hem of her blouse. She clearly hadn't changed since the reaping, still dressed in her now-messy blouse and thigh-length green skirt. Gazing at the spread before me, my eyes widened and I actually let out a little gasp.

Mounds of apples, bananas, grapes, pears, peaches, apricots, and other fruits I didn't know the names of beckoned from their thrones upon pristine white plates. Gleaming porcelain held strawberry jam, blackberry preserves, and raspberry jelly. Jugs full of pure white milk, orange juice, apple cider, and countless other beverages sat in cold baths of ice cubes. There were heaping platters of rolls, the ones Peeta was eating, and the mug of cocoa in front of my small plate. I reached out and drank practically all of the creamy brown liquid in one gulp, giggling in delight at the wonderful taste.

The look on my face was enough to make Katniss happy. Laughing quietly along with me, she gulped down her hot cocoa and then teased me on my milk mustache, while I teased her about hers.

Peeta was watching us with an unreadable look on his face, but his eyes glinted with… was that regret? Nostalgia? Wishes for a happier future? Memories of a conflicting past?

At this point, I was a little too absorbed in the food to care. I devoured three apples in as many minutes, and set to work demolishing a plate of fluffy pancakes an attendant set in front of me.

"This is delicious!" I exclaimed to my sister. Smiling, she ruffled my hair and handed me another roll. I decided to try what Peeta had done, and asked a Capitol person for more cocoa. He came back with some and I slowly began breaking off bits of the roll and drowning it in chocolate.

I knew that Katniss was doing her best to distract me. To make sure if I did die, I'd die happy. Or at least happy before I died.

"Oh look, we're almost here!" Effie trilled, pointing. I looked up with my mouth stuffed with roll when we were plunged into darkness. I swallowed hard and cowered against Katniss. Dad… it's like when he went into the mine that day. I remember him leaving. He went underground. And he didn't come back.

Shrieking a little, I closed my eyes tight. Only my sister's reassuring embrace kept me from fainting, or running away. When the tunnel ended and everything was lit up again (they'd kept the lights on dim inside the train), Effie and Rory were staring at me with concern.

"Are you okay?" Peeta asked from Katniss' other side. I nodded, still swallowing.

"I don't like tunnels," I whispered. My sister gave me a comforting and sympathetic smile – she'd felt the same way. Then I noticed something else outside the window.

Running to the side of the train, I gazed out the glass with my jaw hanging. "Oh, wow!" I managed. Rory joined me and let out a little gasp of amazement.

The Capitol was gigantic! Buildings colored candy red, bubblegum pink, canary yellow, pine green, iridescent deep blue. Streets glittering with golden light as the sun peeked its way above the peaks surrounding the city. And people. The people were bizarre! I'd seen them on TV, of course, but never in person… compared to the surgical alterations I was fixated on, Effie's shockingly orange hair seemed perfectly normal.

"Pretty, isn't it?" Katniss whispered, clasping my hand in hers. But then I remembered the reason I was there and hugged her tightly, wishing I could never let go.