They laughed when I was reaped, because I tripped over my long legs.
They cried when I told them the story of my mother dying in a horse stampede.
They sighed when I recounted the story of the boy back home who I don't really like that much, but that's not what they thought.
They cheered when I ran away from the cornucopia with nothing but a spear and a saddle.
The held their breath when I tamed a wild horse and got it to obey me.
They yelled when I charged at the small boy from 3, spearing him from horseback.
They screamed when I fell from my horse after the girl from 1 shot me in the shoulder.
They cheered when my horse returned for me.
They cheered when I killed her.
They cheered as I ripped out my own hair because it was all too much and they cheered
they cheered they cheered they cheered they cheered they cheered they cheered they cheered they cheered they cheered they cheered they cheered
