I don't think either of us got a wink of sleep tonight, my eyes are stinging from crying, my lip's bloody where I bit it to stiffle my sobs. Amber's paler than I've ever seen her.

All we managed yesterday before completly breaking down was cleaning up our wounds as best we could. We still had the Cefadroxil, which isn't strong but better than no antibiotics at all, seeing as it was specifally developed for animal attack wounds.

I haven't spoken other than to give some medical orders to Amber and she hasn't said anything either.

"We're at the final eight,"she finally remarks after a while of us listlessly forcing food down our throats. All I do is nod, even though it hadn't occured to me before. They'll be interviewing our families right now."It'll give us half a day's break, I guess."

"How so?"I ask, my voice scratchy from crying but not monotone like hers. Where I have found a desperate anger inside me, an overwhelming will for one of us to make it home to honour Rue, Amber seems to have given up completely. She shrugs."They'll be busy with interviews. No reason to make anything happen in the arena."

"You're probably right,"I say."So what do you want to do?"

Her face remains blank as she answers."We should go find Peeta."

My jaw literally drops at the suggestion. Whenever I'd brought it up, she'd shot me down, and rightfully so. It's insane to run aimlessly through the arena.

Amber must be aware of this aswell, as she quickly goes to explain further."I'd feel better if I'd got you to him before – before anything happens to me."

I'm back in tears the second the words leave her mouth, throwing myself into her arms."Nothing's gonna happen, Amber. Promise you'll stick with me?"

She buries her face in my hair, much like she did when we first became allies, hiding what she's saying from the cameras."We both know there's not a chance in a million that they'll let me go home. Not after what I said about them. And they'll do it soon, so they can concentrate on a nice and bloody finale rather than on getting rid of me."

She only pulls me closer against her as I start protesting, rocking me like a baby."It's okay, Prim. One of us has to win, for Rue. And it's not gonna be me. So I'll get you to the boy and he'll keep you safe. No arguements."

And I can't argue, because I know that tone too well, I hear it every time we don't have enough to eat, every time I go to put three tiny portions out and Katniss yanks two plates away from me. You eat it all, Prim.

She's decided what's going to happen and fighting it won't do any good. And a tiny, disgusting part of me is relieved, because she's decided that I'll be the one going home, so I don't have to feel guilty anymore when I wish for the same thing.

And on top of all that, I also know Amber's right. I knew it when I talked to Effie on the train and I know it now: You badmouth the Capitol and it stops being about whether the odds are in your favour or not. You're not leaving the arena alive.

So instead of arguing, I sob and cling onto her."I love you, Amber."

"I know,"she replies, her fingers brushing through my hair."I know. And it's going to be okay."

She lets me cry for a while before letting go of me."Okay, we better get started on this."

I move over a bit and she picks up a stick and begins drawing in the dirt between us."Okay, so here's what we know about the arena. The Cornucopia and the lake are here, then there's Thresh's field over there. We're roughly here and the forest fire was to the west. So I'm going to assume that Peeta's somewhere in the east, but obviously a fair bit away from the Cornucopia, seeing as the Careers want him dead but haven't gotten him yet."

She circles a part of her makeshift map."This section is our best bet. You ready to go?"

What I really want to say is no, because as long as we stay in this cave, I feel like we'll both be okay, even though I logically know there's no way. But then we'll run out of time, tzhe interviews will be over and the Gamemaker's attention will be back on us. So I nod.

We check thoroughly that we didn't leave anything behind and I can't help but notice that Amber makes sure I have all the important stuff in my pack – the medical kit, the night vision glasses, the two biggest water bottles, the wire and the majority of what little food we have left. I don't comment on it, but it's obvious that she's not even sure she'll make it to Peeta with me.

She has a point. Towards the end of the Games, the deaths happen in quicker and quicker succession, as if everyone is getting antsy to finally have their Victor.

I shake the thought away, following her out of the cave that's been our home in the arena for so long.

Grabbing a hold of her hand, I let Amber lead me through the arena.