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I get an urge to call out to the girl, but I realize Cato does not beg for help like that. Cato will wait for the girl to come to him, and if she doesn't, then he will make his move. But it will be very stupid of the girl to not come to Cato.
I also realize the girl is walking straight towards me; and unless there is a one-way mirror between us, she should be able to see me.
I watch as the girl looks around, her straight, chestnut hair reaching past her shoulders swishing back and forth. A few thoughts of despair come to me. What if she's a weirdo? A newbie, who doesn't know this place at all? What if she's a weakling?
When the girl nears, her full figure is clearer and she looks more familiar. I know a few weirdos, and a lot of the weak tributes I recently killed probably came here too; so this does not relieve me of my despair at all.
It is when she looks straight ahead, finds me and I look straight back at her that her quick footsteps pause. After a minute of staring, she speaks.
"Cato?"