We train our tributes. We train them and train them and train them, and all they turn out to be are killers. And most of the time, they die in the end.

We didn't mean it to be this way. We really didn't. We did everything in our power to stop them from dying. That's all we wanted. We didn't want this.

We didn't know how we played into the Capitol's hand until we were all the more decieved. But it's too late to turn back.

We have to keep on playing. To keep us all from dying.

~000~

The truth is, most of us don't care.

Another trained murderer gone, another pair of rich parents the wiser. That's what we miners say to the Games. By not caring, we say, we are fighting against the Capitol, refusing to play by the rules. They want us to suffer. But we are not going to.

That's what we say to balance our apathy. Because secretly, most of us are thankful for the Careers. They make the sacrifices, take the suffering, so that we don't have to.

Most of us just aren't half that strong.

~000~

In Four, we have a proverb for everything. Most of them don't make sense to those outside of the district, but some, some of them are universal.

In the ocean, there can be a disturbance, a storm at sea where the water rises, but in time the water keeps pulling back and out again with the tide. But the ocean musn't allow itself to forget the storms, lest it lose its purpose for going out with the tide again.

Again, not great. I had a problem with the District Four fishing proverb. I hope it turned out okay.