I remembered I had a cool scene for Junie pre-Games and took the excuse to add some more POVs since they're so few and far between for each individual Tribute. Next time tubes for real.

Junie Brett

There was a pile of tapes next to me.

The first Hunger Games wasn't useful. No one knew what was going on and it was more like one last Dark Days massacre than a competition. All I could learn from it was that whoever hardened her heart first won.

The second Games taught me how important the Arena was. My own District took that one because a Games in the woods was just normal life to us.

The third Games was all about weapons. If there wasn't an axe for me, I needed to be able to improvise.

The fourth Games was a repeat of the second. Woods meant Seven won. It wasn't always that simple. I had to remember not to take anything for granted.

The fifth Games drove that home. Four never should have won in a desert Arena. The Victor was the best in all Panem, not the best of one biome.

The sixth Games was the start of the Careers. They weren't a problem this time, but it could help me understand Vera better.

Seven, eight, nine. The Careers over and over. Ten broke the pattern with a stroke of luck. Then Careers again, then strength. On and on the Games went, each giving me another element that brought me closer to the complete formula for victory.

Frankie Disney

I didn't want to lose any of my allies, but why not? I could watch them die and not feel anything. Maybe even Vera- I couldn't know for certain it was any other way. I didn't want them to die because it was wrong. I wanted to not want them to die because I cared for them.

We were all gathered together in the Four lounge, since it was the least crowded. Each of us was preparing in our own ways. We were all chatting and pretending we were equals, but I could see differently. Reiner's first concern was Lyte. He'd never forgiven himself for letting him die the first time. Felix was sitting by himself on one couch. I wondered if he was thinking none of us were more important than Tillo and his son. Vera was next to me not because she was scared and needed me to protect her, or because she couldn't bear to ever be apart from me, but just because she liked me. And I was thinking about all my allies, but not for the reason I wanted.

I was thinking about their value. Vera was first, obviously, and that was the only place I could see any feeling in myself. I put her first because that's where she belonged, not because she was my strongest ally. The others got no such compassion. I profiled them like I was making a list of assets. Reiner was the best trained outside of Vera, but he'd defend Lyte first in any battle. Felix was the most dangerous. Fatherhood changed people. I'd seen it before in Shogo. I could never trust him. After Vera, the most important ally was Lyte. Not because he was a child or because he didn't deserve to die. He was the most valuable. He was a skilled medic and I could be certain he would never betray me.

I wasn't sure of my own value. It was plain I thought highly of myself if I felt qualified to confer value upon my allies. If they were doing the same, they probably valued me lowly because they knew I wasn't attached to them. Vera thought different. We'd find out if she was right.

Lyra Axelle

Haber wanted us to spend as much time together as possible, but we had to go to bed eventually. Seeing me leave gave Calista enough courage to go next, and we walked together down the hall.

"Lyra?" Calista asked when we'd been walking a while.

"Yeah?" I asked.

"Are we friends?" she asked.

"Of course," I said. I didn't know why she was so nervous. I was the spoiled brat no one liked. She had to gather courage again before she went on.

"If I die, I'm glad we were friends," she said. Her eyes were shining and her face was stiff.

"I was just thinking the same thing," I said. Then I was the one gathering courage.

"If you win... would you remember me once in a while?" I asked. It would be nice if someone remembered me for something good.

"What day?" she asked. I said the first thing that came to mind.

"My birthday's November 2nd," I said.

"Mine's May 13th," she said, and the deal was mutual.

When we reached Calista's room, since it came first, we both went in. I was about to be with seventy-three Tributes, most of whom wanted to kill me, but I still didn't want to be alone. We piled onto her bed and rolled up inside the blankets like a cocoon. Just like a sleepover.

Leo Serrocold

I hated being the weak link. None of my allies said anything, but it was true. Blaise was the only one who wasn't stronger than I was, and he was the youngest so it was expected. I wasn't a burden, but I wasn't an asset, either.

Worst of all, I was mediocre. In the Resurrection Games, it was better to be a joke than boring. I wouldn't win, and they also wouldn't pick me again. Miller and Haber were practically guaranteed immortality even if they botched it every time. I'd just be forgotten.

My thoughts wandered and I mused about who would win. It would be nice if it was an ally. I'd still be dead, but I'd be remembered. They said a man died twice- first when he died, then again when his name was spoken for the last time. I'd already died once and I was about to die again. Guess I proved that one wrong.

We think the Hunger Games are the worst thing ever and there's no one unluckier than a fallen Tribute. But we're not the only ones that die. Even Galba died. She never even saw it coming, or maybe she saw it coming from the start. The Gamemakers think they're in control of life and death and they hand them out at will. They die too in the end. They don't give life and death. They only speed it up for some people. Even in Panem, we're all equal in the end.