Forgot the Three reaction!

BRONZE CASTILA- Kio Stone

There was nothing I could have done. I should have been happy a big fighter was out, but I missed Bronze. Even if he never took anything seriously and he was a party animal, he was a cool guy. He always tried to encourage me, and I would remember that.

District Three

Statistically, it didn't matter that we'd just won. Probability isn't affected by the past. Coil and Martyna had the same chance as any other year. At least, Coil did. The Starks blamed themselves for not sending sponsor gifts faster, and the Oxidas tried to stay detached, but just because we're logical, that doesn't mean we don't have feelings.

Max Solstice- Isabelline Thayer

I hadn't known Max. I didn't really have any District loyalty to him. I wanted Eight to win so we could get the food and stuff, but I didn't particularly want Max to win because we lived near each other. He might have been a terrible person, or maybe he was good. I'd never know.

Historia Brunby- Falcon Jacobs

Of course I was rooting for Historia. In most people's minds, I was the worst of Ten. She was the best. She was just a nice little girl who never hurt anything. A lot of people were going to be disappointed if I won.

Aldous Bridge- Theo Mulroy

Nubu mentioned Aldous had a sister. It sounded like she was one of the "odd" ones, to say what my grandmother would have said. If that was the case, she might not even miss him. I hoped that was true.

Mark Lafayette- District Five male

All I took from the Cornucopia was a plastic sheet, an emergency blanket and a coil of rope. Everything else I could get myself. I set myself up in a fat tree that looked like its roots were on the top. With the plastic, I gathered the water that transpired from the leaves every morning. With the rope, I made a trap. And with the emergency blanket, I baited it. I tore off a little chunk and scrunched it all up so its random angles flapped in the wind and caught the sunlight. I watched it shine while I waited.

"This is not ideal," I said to myself. I didn't like having no one else around. I didn't want allies, sure, but I liked talking to people. It was so big and empty and boring on the savanna. Even without the lions and stuff, the people who used to live here would have had to live in groups. They'd go crazy by themselves.

A little brown bird alit on my branch. It bounced up and down a few steps, looking this way and that, and always back at my bait. I froze, mostly hidden by foliage and far enough away that I might not look like a threat. The little bird hopped forward and took my bait in its beak. The tiny stick it was balanced on fell, pulling the rope tight and snaring the bird. I flapped wildly, peeping and chirping. I reached out and grabbed it, pinning its wings in one hand. It looked so tiny and scared that I felt like a bully, but I needed to eat.

"Sorry, Tweetie," I said. I closed my eyes and grabbed the bird by the head. I can't do it. The thought of the resistance and the snapping break, of the dangling muscles and veins after I twisted the head backwards and probably off entirely, was too much. Instead I smacked the bird's head against the tree branch above me. It started twitching and convulsing, and I knew it was dead.

Now I can eat like a king, I thought as I looked at the little bird, barely bigger than my hand. I was going to need to catch a lot more birds.

Another bird flew near the tree, above my head. I looked up and saw a black and white bird with a frog in its beak. The bird stopped on a branch, and I thought it would eat the frog. Instead it straight up skewered the frog on a sharp broken twig. The frog, which was still alive, kicked and squirmed as the bird flew away.

What the heck? The Capitol must have made that. I'd never heard of a serial killer bird that impaled things and didn't even eat them. It made me feel less guilty when I climbed up and stole its frog.

Rose O'Durren- District One female

I screwed up.

Why would I split the Careers? Bronze and Kio were still out there, with all their allies. I had the weakest remaining Career with me, and we were their biggest targets. My instructors always told me this would be what did me in. You're a great fighter, they said, but you're so impulsive! It had seemed like a good idea at the time. I saw a prime opportunity to take out my biggest threats and cripple the survivors. I did that, all right, but I forgot those threats were protecting me from a slightly smaller but still deadly threat. Too late now. All I could do was damage control.

"It seemed pretty early to leave the pack," Cloey commented, trying to sound respectful and merely curious.

"It was the smart thing to do. The Careers haven't had many victories lately. It's because we've been relying on each other too much," I improvised.

"Guess you know what you're doing," Cloey said. She looked like she didn't know either way, and I saw my strategy. Cloey was trained as a Peacekeeper, not a Career. Peacekeepers depended on teamwork and order, and Peacekeepers had a defined hierarchy.

"Of course. I was top of my class. Student leader, even," I said. The first half was true, but I lied about the student leader thing. No student would trust another to have their best interests at heart.

"Student leader?" Cloey asked, her eyes widening.

"It was my job to make sure we were all putting in the work, and I reported any problems to the instructors," I lied.

"I always wanted to be a squad leader in the Peacekeeper Academy," Cloey said.

"I'm sure you would have been," I said, and I didn't need to lie.

That night, I had a stroke of luck. I'd already patched things up a lot, and I was starting to formulate a new course to make up for my mistake. Then I saw Bronze's face in the sky. I couldn't take any credit for that, but it was the best thing that could have happened.

Ha ha everyone was like "oh no who's the butcher" and it was a bird. RIP frog.