I decided to add some more POVs before the Games. This might or might not indicate a Tribute is going to die in the Bloodbath and I wanted to give them another view before they went. I always mix up the Bloodbaths and non-Bloodbaths so the suspense won't be ruined.

Quiola Cassidy

I didn't mean to do it. I just barely dabbled in poisons during training. I didn't think I'd be that good. I thought the Avox would spit out the drink or throw up or something. But he died right in front of me.

I didn't know how he ended up here. Maybe he tried to steal some food for his family, or maybe a Peacekeeper just didn't like him. Whatever happened, he was considered worse than nothing in Panem. His life was spent following orders and trying not to get in trouble. And yet somehow, I managed to make it worse. Thanks to me, he spent his last minutes of life convulsing on the ground as some horrible poison shot through his body like acid. I tried to take it back, but it was too late.

I only had one more day until the Games. I'd seen death, and it was terrible. We'd all seen it on television, but it was real for me now. I wished I could blot it from my mind, but I knew I'd be seeing it over and over tomorrow. It might even come for me, and I couldn't say I didn't deserve it.

Sky would have stayed in my room so I wouldn't be scared, but I couldn't bear to face her. I was already a killer. I wouldn't have slept even if I could have. I knew I'd have horrible dreams if I did. All night long, I shuddered at every noise. I imagined the pale ghost I'd see, carrying a tray of glasses and with poison shining on his lips.

Valerie Lenn

If I was at home and Jason was here, I'd be worried about him. It was fine to watch him training, but now that I was about to go in, it made me nervous to think about him following me. I'd seen the other Careers going in with me. They were killers. Jason was thirteen. I saw the way the others looked at Tributes his age. If he was here, they would kill him. They didn't see how special and important he was. He'd just be another target.

I was wracked with uncertainty. It was like I had two lives to save or lose. The best way to ensure Jason wouldn't want to bring victory home for our family was to bring it home first for him. He wouldn't have to then. He could find some other way to be famous. But what if I won and he wanted to be just like me? We fought, but he looked up to me. I learned a sword, he learned next. When I first joined the Academy, I bragged every day about how cool it was. Until then, he'd never thought about what he wanted to do when he was grown. I got him into this mess. I had to get him out.

Diggory

Chimera cry. Harlequin cry.

"Be okay, Chimera."

Chimera cry. Lots cry. Why?

"No cry. See, colors!" Color flowers Chimera smile.

"Thank you, Diggory."

More cry. Go bathroom.

"See? Rainbow water. Happy."

More cry.

"Blue sky. Blue pants. Blue flower. Happy?"

More cry.

"Why Chimera cry?"

"It's nothing."

"Why cry nothing?"

"Diggory, you're... going away soon. I'll miss you."

"Go?"

"Yes, Diggory go. I not go."

"Diggory go where? Home see Kasha?!"

"Yes, see Kasha. First see lots people. Diggory run away. They run to you. Diggory see Kasha."

"Good! Chimera come too see Kasha! No cry, see Kasha!"

Why still cry? Chimera sick?

Ventrix Webb

I didn't want to be with Hoban the last night. People would think we'd want to huddle together in the same room for our last night, but I was scared. I didn't mean scared of the Arena, but I was scared of that too. I was scared of what was going to happen to me there. Not to my body, but to my soul.

I'd always worried about how indifferent I was to most people. Compassion was what separated people from animals, and it was so hard for me. I knew it was wrong when people suffered, but I couldn't care. Hoban liked me anyway, but he couldn't know all of my heart. In the Arena he was going to see it. I didn't know if he'd still want to be friends with me after that. It would be even worse to watch him die, if that's what happened.

If I died in the Bloodbath, I wanted Hoban to remember me like I was before the Games. I didn't spend my last night alive thinking about my family or the children I might hurt. I was spending it thinking about how to stay alive and which of them I'd have to kill. He might see it in my eyes and know what I was. Better to die with him still my friend.

I'm going to Milwaukee tomorrow with my sisters and I'll be back on Friday. I'll work on the Bloodbath straight away so I don't leave you hanging riiiiiiight before it.