From the mentoring station back in the Capitol, Berry watched her tribute pile leaves around a tree. Her gut ached with a feeling of dread. She knew what was to come.
She turned to Electra, who was absentmindedly fiddling with her hair as she looked up at the screen, where her tribute was trying to find a comfortable position to sleep on the ground. She seemed bored.
Berry put a hand on her shoulder. "I hope, for you and your tribute's sake, that she dies quickly."
Electra snapped round to face her, narrowing her eyes. "Is that your way of wishing somebody good luck?"
"No, it's just that I think my tribute's going to set the arena on fire…" Berry took a breath, then continued. "I hope no one has to get horribly burned, that's all."
Electra turned back to the screen with a roll of her eyes. "Well, duh! If there's fire, then of course somebody's gonna get burned. Don't waste your time hoping for a different outcome."
Berry's shoulders sank. Really, she should have known better than to try and talk to Electra. She was much too cold. Too unsympathetic.