hello mi amor! (which if you didn't know translates to my love, unless I spelled it wrong then it could translate to any number of things) I wrote a bit more, and then I was like, Imma post this, incase anyone gets bored and wants to read this or somethin' crrraaaazy like that. So, yeah. Hope you like it, I know I'm not doing as well as I was. Its kind of repetitive isn't it... Well, anyway please review if you've got the time and also I love you. with all of my heart Pigeon+(insert name here)= 3forever!

yours,

Pigeon

He pauses for a long moment before continuing to tell me how to go about doing the attack I'd almost killed him with correctly. The rest of the day continued in such a manor, slicing into the artificial flesh of the dummy. I tried not to see the images that had somehow buried themselves in my subconscious, images that made my heart tremble and weep with fear and grief. Some I'd seen play out on a screen from past Games, some my imagination feed me. Whisper in my ear all the while telling me, this is your fate. This is what you will become. You must ether fall, or stand and kill others. Telling me things I already knew.

"Talia," he takes my wrist and leads me towards the door. "Come on." Although I tried hard not to, I glanced over my shoulder at the careers that hadn't left prior us. Their eyes were cold and stony, and I wondered which one of them would have the pleasure of killing me. I wondered if it would be a slow death, one which Milles was forced to watch. Or a quick merciful death that was simply to get me out of the way. Either way, I was to be nothing more to them then another killed by the games. Another
tribute lost, I was just another headstone in a graveyard that wouldn't soon be complete.

"Talia." He pulls at my arm again. "You have to do some of the walking to; I can't just pull you all the way back to our floor." He sighs in a vaguely melodramatic fashion which provokes a smile to form on my lips.

I yawn, wiping sweat from my forehead, "I told you I hated you didn't I?" He glances at me as he steps in the elevator ahead of me.

"Liar." I smile through another yawn, straining to keep my eyes open. Seeing only know how terribly out of shape I was. No matter how fast I ran, or how much Milles could teach me about fighting I was going to get winded and inevitably be killed, whether from a lack of being able to fight back because of fatigue or from fainting from lack of lung strength or endurance. I wondered if I would die in the first couple of minutes like several unfortunates always did. Maybe I would be the first of the cannons to sound.

This thought didn't scare me as much as it perhaps should have, if I were dead that increased Milles chances to live. Didn't it? Though I thought all my life I'd been above such thoughts I began to think perhaps I could die on purpose to save him.

"What will you do when I die?" His look goes sober and he turns to look into my eyes.

"You're not going to." I saw something in his eyes then, something unfamiliar in the world the Capital gave us. Determination to survive, not survival for himself but for me. Something I wasn't willing to let happen.

"But what would you do?" He shrugs and turns away from me, having no intention of answering. I stand in the middle of the main room and watch him walk silently down the hallway.

"I don't think he'd do anything." A soft voice says from behind me, one I was unfamiliar with. I spin on my heels and get my first good look at Shane Sulry. The shortness of his hair didn't alter the messiness of it; his eyes were blue and foggy, not fully focused on anything. They flew across the room then wondered slowly back to me before inching towards the other side of the room. He sat slumped in a chair in the far corner of the room.

"What do you mean," I move towards him. In the several days I'd spent there so far he hadn't said a word to any of us, not even Linli. Who despite that fact never stopped talking to him. Probably because he didn't tell her to be quiet like the rest of us did, no matter how subtitle we managed to say it.

"I think," he finally looks up at me for more than two second, "he would stop fighting. He might manage to stay out of the way for a few days, but if you die he'll be soon to fallow." He pauses again, glancing around the room again. "Think about it, why did he volunteer in the first place. We both know it was for you."

He couldn't live if I did, but he wouldn't live if I didn't.