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Chapter 5

"What are you doing?" Measel said running over to the boy. The boy didn't respond though just staring off into space as blood ran down his arm.

"Kawino?" He asked gripping the boy's knife arm. As soon he touched him Kawino seemed to act on a reflex and was behind him with a knife at his throat. "Wait, please don't." Measel said.

Kawino seem to snap back into reality and dropped the knife muttering, "Sorry."

"What happened to you?"

"What do you mean?"

"You cut yourself that usually means something made you."

"I don't need to explain anything to you," Kawino said evasively.

Then Measel noticed that that cut was far from the only one. Both of his wrists were covered in them, some new but some scared. "Well, you can talk to me if you want." Kawino just looked at him for a while as if measuring it up. "I promise it's no trick."

"Why do you care?"

"You seem like you need help is all."

"But again, why do you care?"

"I just do I mean everyone needs someone to talk to."

"That's never really been an option."

"Well it is now."

"How do I know I can trust you?"

"Look, I know our districts don't usually get along…" Measel started but was interrupted.

"I don't have any problems with your district. My idol came from it actually."

"Really?" Measel asked honestly rather surprised by that. 12 has been the considered weakest district for years. Who from it could anyone, much less a Career possibly idolize?

Kawino nodded though. "You probably don't know of her but her name was Maysilee Donner."

Measel of course instantly recognized the name though having heard plenty about her from his parents. "No, actually, I do know about her. I'm her nephew."

"Really? You're her nephew!?" he asked smiling.

"Really, she was my mom's twin."

"That's incredible!"

"So, you think you could trust me then?"

"Yeah, I guess I could."

"Want to talk about what's wrong then?"

"Yeah, if you want to listen."

"I do. I want to help."

"Okay...well I come from an... abusive home I guess you could say"

Measel did remember something about that now that he thought about it. "How bad?" he asked worriedly.

"Really bad would be putting it lightly. My life is and always has been training."

"So, you never knew anything else?"

"Not really no. The only times I wasn't was to eat, sleep, use the bathroom, or go to reapings. Even then I couldn't eat or sleep until it was perfect."

"Perfect?" He asked.

"Yeah, everything always had to be perfect."

"Perfect is impossible though."

"Not impossible, just incredibly difficult. It usually took around a week."

"That's so cruel."

"It was life. It's been that way for twelve years."

"Why?"

"I don't know."

"Well they are not here."

"So...?"

"So, take a break just watch over your partner."

"I guess. She kind of went insane after Cato's death."

"I can hardly blame her for that."

"I certainly can't either.

"She never wanted him to suffer you know?"

"I understand that."

"Why can't she?"

"She and Cato had always been incredibly close so I guess the same reason that Thresh is lucky he lost."

"Or it would be you?"

"Definitely."

"Well, I guess that makes sense."

"Clover meant the world to me. Years ago I had actually made a deal with our 'parents' that they can do what they want to me as long as she's kept safe and out of it."

"That's actually really noble."

"I'd much rather it be me than her. They always kept up their end of the bargain so I kept up mine and never even tried to defend myself."

"Gutsy." he said.

Kawino shrugged and said, "It's not like I ever could have beaten them if I tried anyways. They headed the advanced class at the Special Academy and taught Clove and I everything we know."

"Wow, they must be good."

"They were. Skilled, at least. They obviously weren't good."

"Sorry that's what I meant."

"Well, yes they were," he said then muttered, "It's great to think of them under the Peacekeepers clutches again."

"What was that?" Measel asked.

"Nothing."

"No what did you say?"

Kawino sighed. "It's a long story. One of Panem's best kept secrets."

"I won't tell."

"In the Career districts, in every games but this one, there's two reapings. The real one that pretty much goes exactly like yours but without the Capitol escort or cameras and then the fake reaping which is the one you guys see. Then whoever's name's drawn in the first reaping the peacekeepers kidnap their family and keep them until they win or 'die' in the games forcing them to 'volunteer'. Then, once you get into the arena, if you're not brutal enough, they'll kill them.

"What!? But why?"

"Simple to make you guys hate us so we don't team up against the Capitol."

"That's actually brilliant," he admitted. "Why do all of you put up with it though? Why don't you guys step up to them? With all of that training..."

"I don't know about 1 and 4 but District 2 trains all of Panem's Peacekeepers and holds the Capitol's largest military base. It would be complete suicide."

"That makes more sense."

"Plus executions are pretty much a daily occurrence in 2. Step one toe out of line and you've sign your own death certificate."

"Wow, that's intense."

"It's the way things are."

"Well it's not right."

"I know that but again, there's nothing that could be done."

"Yeah I suppose not. This all does explain a lot though," Measel realized.

"Yeah?" He asked.

"Yeah, everything with you Careers actually."

"Well, we are not all bad. Cato and Clove had actually been dating for two years before their games. Everyone thought for sure they'd get married one day until the Reaping. The true 'star-crossed lovers' of those games."

"That is so sad," he said.

"Yeah."

"Well, I guess you want to do bad then?'

"Yes, those two need to die."

"You don't want to though."

"I don't want to what?"

"Die, I mean."

"Well… yes… I do actually."

"Why?" He asked surprised.

"Clove's dead, Cato's dead, Cady would be dead if I live, and I could never go on to a normal life, even as a victor. I don't even know how to read for crying out loud."

"Well maybe get a teacher if you win?"

"It wouldn't be enough. I'm too far gone."

"You don't know that."

"Yes I do."

"No, you have never tried anything but training."

"Exactly."

"So you are not too far gone.

"Yes I am."

"No you just have never tried anything else."

"What good would that do?"

"It might make you realize there is hope."

"What if it doesn't?"

"I don't know."

"Seems like quite the risk."

"Well yeah, but life is full of risks."

"I don't want to end up like Felicity though and win just to turn around and kill myself anyways.""I had never heard of her."

"Don't they at least tell you about your own district's victors? Especially with only four of them. She was the victor of the 1st Annual Hunger Games but killed herself as soon as she got back to 12."

"No, I never knew that."

"Well, now you see the point though?"

"Sort of yeah."

"Well, I don't want to. It's just a waste."

"Why not try?"

"Because someone else with a better chance should win and I want to be with Clover again."

"Would she want you dead though?"

"Well, I don't know."

"I don't think she would."

"She'd want me to be happy. I know I would if our roles were switched."

"Exactly." Measel said.

"I can't be happy in this world."

"You have never tried."

"I know I can't though."

"No you don't."

"I have nothing left to live for."

"What about Cady?"

"She'd have to die for me to live."

"Not necessarily."

"Come on, what Katniss and Peeta did would never work again if that's what you're getting at."

"Not that way no."

"How then?"

"Just refuse to attack her."

"The Gamemakers would send some kind of mutt or disaster to kill one of us."

"Not if you both stick together."

"They'd find a way."

"I don't think so."

"They definitely would."

"You have no way of knowing that."

"They're the Gamemakers. It's their job."

"Yeah because they did so well last year?"

"That was too instantaneous than just refusing to fight."

"Better to try."

"It would never work."

"You're being too stubborn."

"I'm just stating the facts."

"Facts are not always right."

"Yes they are; that's what makes them facts."

"No it's facts from the Capital."

"You can't just for something like that relying on the Capitol suddenly turning good."

"Huh?"

"To just let us both live."

"Maybe they will."

"That's a huge maybe."

"True."

"Do you even hear yourself?"

"Yes I do."

"Because here's what your little plan here is relying on: that we can get Cady to agree to such an idea in the unpredictable state she's in now also guaranteeing that her parents get killed, that she and I both survive to the final two, that for whatever reason the Gamemakers don't just kill one of us and name the other victor, and that I can somehow go on to live a normal life and be happy in spite of everything that's happened."

"Sorry, I was just bouncing ideas to you." Measel said backing away a bit hurt.

That luckily was the one emotion Kawino was able to recognize sometimes though. "No, I didn't mean it like..."

"It's just I want to help is all."

"Just let me die. It'll be okay."

"What if it's not?"

"How could it not be? I'd be dead. Everything would be over."

"What about Cady?"

"I'll try to protect her."

"If she wins; she's alone."

"She has her parents and other friends."

"She would miss you though she only seems sane when you're there."

"She'd get over it."

"Maybe, but you seem to be the closest thing to a sibling she has."

"I was never really even there for obvious reasons though. She wouldn't miss much."

"That you know of."

"That doesn't even make any sense."

"What I am trying to say is you think she won't miss you, what if you're wrong?

"How could she?"

"You as I said are basically her brother now."

"She's just worried. She, Enobaria, and now you are the only ones who knew about the abuse."

"Well that means she cares."

"You seem to care. Does that mean you would miss me?"

"Yeah, I might actually, but between you and I, unlike you, I do not have any odds of leaving the arena. Katniss and Haymitch have pretty much completely ignored me trying to get Prim out which I of course saw coming at the reaping."

"So, you're just like me then, excepting what's coming." Kawino said.

"I guess you can look at it that way."

"Well, we are in the same boat."

"I guess so."

"So, you should understand."

"Accepting that you'll probably die and wanting to die are completely different."

"Are they really?"

"Yes, they are."

"I don't see the difference."

"Accepting death is giving up. Wanting to die is suicide."

"Same thing."

"No it isn't."

"Seems to be."

"Well, they're not."

"I disagree."

"That doesn't make it not true."

"To me it does."

"How?"

"In the end it's the same thing."

"Both dead. So? 23 of us are going to be dead."

"Exactly."

"Doesn't mean all twenty three are the same. I don't know there are ways to make that happen." Measel said.

"What?"

"I have thought of ways to kill the others before we start."

"That's illegal though."

"To kill in the arena?"

"You said before we start."

"During the count down."

"When we're stuck on the pedestals?"

"Yeah."

"How?"

"You need the right token."

"And do what?"

"I break it. One piece in front of each platform and kaboom."

"That's really smart."

"Thanks, it has to work right?"

"It could yeah."

"I don't see why it wouldn't."

"Me either."

"Think I should then?"

"Maybe."

"I'll think about it."

"Okay"

"Back to you though, is there ANYONE else you have?"

"Well, Enobaria."

"What about her then? She'll be there if you win."

"Yeah I suppose..."

"What does she mean to you?"

"She's the mother I always wanted."

"Then can't you try to win for her?"

"I could try."

"Will you?"

"Okay fine."

"Good, that's all I ask."

"Why?"

"Because I feel you should at least try instead of giving up."

"What if I succeed then you're gone."

"Then that's the way it was meant to work out."

"You seem like a calm person."

"Well, I am for the most part."

"Admirable."

"I guess."

"I think it is."

"Well, I find you pretty admirable, too."

"Thanks." he said.

"I mean that though."

"Really?"

"Yes, really."

"Well...thank you."

"How though?" Kawino asked.

"How what?"

"There's not really anything to admire."

"Yes there is after all this you're still here and nice even."

"I couldn't even begin to imagine all the things you've been through." Measel sighed.

"Well, you don't want to."

"Definitely not gonna argue with that but honestly Kawino, you have to be the bravest, most selfless people I know." He seemed very surprised by that. "I mean that."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome. I could tell you needed that."

"Yeah I guess I did."

"Well, I'm glad to help."

"Thank you."

"Ready to head out."

"Yeah I'm ready."

"Come on then."

They headed back to the training room together. That caught quite a few tributes' attentions. Including of course Cady and Prim. "What is he doing?" They both muttered to themselves. They both headed over.

When Cady noticed that Prim was heading there as well she sped up and pulled Kawino away from 12. "What are you doing?

"He found me it the bathroom and we just kind of talked."

"Why? He's the enemy."

"He brought it up."

"What?"

"He just started talking."

"He is our enemy."

"He was nice."

"Maybe he was suckering you in."

"I think I can tell when I'm being taken advantage of, Cady."

"I don't trust him."

"Well, I do and you know I don't trust people easily."

"I know I know."

"Then why not at least give him a chance?"

"He's from 12."

"So what?"

"They are not to be trusted."

"You can't just put a whole district into one category like that."

"They do."

"And you hate them for it."

"Yes."

"Then how does this make you any better?"

"I...I don't know."

"I'm not saying you should trust him but at least give him a chance to earn your trust."

"Well...okay I suppose."

Meanwhile Prim had made her way over to Measel. "Care to explain?" She asked.

"He cut himself. What do you expect me to do?"

"He what?"

"He cut his own wrist with a knife, Prim."

"Why would he do that?"

"Well, I talked with him and I sure as heck can't blame him."

"Oh please." she said.

"I'm serious. He's really been through hell."

"Like what? I told you. They don't even know what suffering is. He just must be more committed to the charade than I thought." Prim countered.

"Prim, you're wrong this time."

"I still don't trust him and you shouldn't either. You know what their district does."

"Yeah, I know what they really do," Measel said.

"What are you even talking about?"

So he told her about the real reaping.

When he did she snorted though. "He's obviously just making that up."

"No Prim. He's not; I am smart enough to know when I am being lied to."

"Clearly not as much as I thought. There's no way."

"There is a way, Prim. I am not stupid and I would like it if you stopped implying that I am."

"I'm not trying to imply that you're stupid it's just what you're saying is."

"No it makes sense."

"Then explain their pool from this year's Reapings if they're killing off the tributes' families."

"You were not listening they kill them if the tributes performance lacks brutality."

"Clearly not enough to even be a worry enough to turn them into… that."

"You just don't want to accept they are not so bad."

"Because they are."

"He's not so bad, Prim."

"You barely even know him."

"You don't know him at all."

"I know he's from 2,"

"So? That does not make him evil."

"History says otherwise."

"History also says that District 12 tributes are useless and can never even make it to the second day but your sister certainly says otherwise and so will you. So what?"

"I well...I don't know."

"Then why just judge him on his district alone?"

"I don't know I'm scared."

"Everyone's scared."

"What if it's a trick?"

"I'll be careful but he clearly needs help."

"Okay." she said.

"You don't have to associate with him though since you clearly don't want to."

"Okay, I suppose."

"I'm going to though."

"You are?" She asked.

"Yeah, as I said, he clearly needs help."

"Okay, just be careful."

"I will be."

Meanwhile Katniss was headed to the second floor. She kept reminding herself what Measel had said as the numbers descended ten floors. It would be fine. She kept thinking as the elevator stopped. The doors slid open at District 2's floor.

She sighed and headed in to find Enobaria. She was a little surprised to find the fanged Career with her attention buried in a computer. "Enobaria," Katniss started carefully.

She jumped and spun to face her quickly. "What are you doing here?"

"My tribute, Measel wanted me to talk to you about Kawino."

"What about him?" She asked carefully.

"The two of them spoke a little yesterday and he's getting really worried for Kawino."

"Oh, well... sit down." Katniss did getting really worried on what to even expect. 'Kawino is...damaged to put it lightly."

"Measel mentioned something about abuse."

"Well, that again is putting it mildly. His 'parents' had made his life nothing short of a living hell for twelve years." Enobaria said, glaring at the keyboard.

"What do you mean?"

"They ran the advanced class at the Special Academy. Ever since he started training, that's all he ever did. They beat him, used different weapons, constantly called him useless and said that unless he's absolutely perfect and unbeatable, no one will ever love him. He wasn't allowed to eat or sleep until he did what they wanted perfectly, which usually took about a week."

"What!? Why would they do that?"

"They were truly cruel people who basically wanted to turn him into a weapon."

"Did it work?"

"It probably would have if Clove was still alive. He doesn't really have much fight left to try."

"Oh...I'm sorry." Katniss said.

"Well, at least you hadn't killed her. If you had and somehow escaped Cato, boy, if you thought Cady's angry."

"What do you mean?"

"Clove meant the absolute world to him. He put up with all that stuff under the promise that she'd never have to."

"Oh I'm sorry."

"Again, you didn't kill her."

"No, but I didn't save her either."

"We couldn't expect you to."

"Yeah, I suppose."

"Well, I know he's not mad at you for Clove. For Cato is a bit of a different story but not really."

"Different?"

"Yeah, he meant the world to Clove so he meant the world to him to and he was in the same class and might as well been his brother."

"Wow so they are both damaged huh?"

"Who both?"

"Cady and Kawino."

"Yeah, they really are."

"I'm sorry that I had a hand in Cady."

"It was the games. I understand that. You're talking to the girl who ripped another tribute's throat out with her teeth remember?"

"Yeah, I suppose."

"No one can really understand until they go through them themselves though."

"Yeah, I noticed with Cady."

"Guess you're smarter than we give you credit for."

"What? You thought I was dumb?"

"Well, yeah, a little."

"Why?"

"You act that way."

"I act dumb?" Katniss asked offended.

"I said a little. Not nearly as bad a Peeta."

"Explain please?" Katniss asked.

"On you or Peeta?"

"Both."

"Is Peeta not obvious?"

"Not really no, he was a nice guy sometimes."

"I guess, another one of his problems. What happened to him anyways?"

"I...I had a mental breakdown...I killed him." she said.

"That's really normal for victors."

"It is?" Katniss asked.

"Yeah, most have at least once."

"Really?"

"Yes, really."

"Even you?"

Enobaria nodded, her mind going into a terribly unwelcome flashback.

She was getting off the train after her own victory feeling very nervous. 'Come on, Enobaria. There's no way you didn't pass,' she kept thinking to herself.

She was so sure as she saw where she was being lead. The town-square, just as every year. She gulped but kept moving repeating the phrase like a broken record. They'll bring it up all the way to affectively strike fear then let them go. There's no reason for them to say she wasn't brutal enough.

They lined her family up and the man in charge that year stood beside her as she waited.

A Peacekeeper for each member took aim from right in front of her family and held it for a while as the twelve-year-old victor watched, her breath caught in her throat. After what felt like forever. They pulled the trigger and each fell to the ground with a gaping bullet hole in their foreheads.

"WHAT!? HOW DID I FAIL!?" She shouted tearing up as she glared at the man next to her.

"You killed them too quickly," the man said coldly and impossibly calm.

She did not know what came over her at that moment but she sprung at him sinking her teeth into the man's throat. They had already been sharpened into the fangs she's famous for and though they were just intended for a cosmetic effect on the Capitol they tore right through much easier than her normal teeth had in the arena.

She wrenched back and pulled his skin and muscle tissue came with her. She spat it out and got up ignoring the now dead man seeing nothing but red. She spun on her heal and her fist connected with a random guy's windpipe.

He collapsed as well. She jumped up and dug her fingers into a females eye balls.

Before she could do anymore damage though, a few pairs of strong arm grabbed her and she felt a needle sink into her own neck before everything went black.

"But I don't like to talk about that." Adult Enobaria mumbled.

"Right sorry."

"How did the mental evaluations go?"

"Good, I just need therapy. Does it ever get easier?" Katniss asked.

"A little."

"Not enough though?"

"I guess not."

Katniss gulped before asking a rather pressing question since she won. "Do you get nightmares?"

"Yes, I do. We all do."

"They never go away?"

"Never fully no. I heard that even some of the really old victors like Mags and Woof still get them." Enobaria admitted.

"Oh, I see." She sighed.

"Sorry, I know that wasn't what you wanted to hear."

"No, but I appreciate the honesty."

"It's easier if you know what to expect."

"Yeah thanks."

"You all seem rather different from what I've always known."

"Yeah we are not as bad as you all think."

"You just all get so bloodthirsty in the arena had really been the only chance I had to learn."

"Well se sort of had to be."

"Like, more than usual though."

"We had to be for our families."

"What do you mean?"

"We are all brutal for a reason Katniss more rides on this for us than others." So Enobaria explained the career reapings and brutality test.

"That's just...why would?"

"It's been that way for decades."

"It's sick."

"Of course, it is."

"You all have it pretty bad."

"Yeah, last year was the only time I've ever seen both tributes pass. Some people say that the only reason Cato got away with that display at the finale was that their father is the mayor."

"Maybe or it could be his death."

"Pretty much never taken into account. Makes it too uneven when you have to decide whether or not a victor passed."

"That sort of makes sense."

"Though the line does seem to move each year mostly since it's a different person that decides."

"That's stupid."

"Tell me about it." Enobaria sighed, taking the pendant of her necklace in her hand.

"You didn't pass?"

"No I didn't."

"I'm so sorry."

"I was so confident that it was enough. For the victor they always make sure to wait until they get back so they have to watch."

"Why allow it?"

"What else could you do?"

"Fight back."

"On a small scale, we have the largest and most brutal Peacekeeping force, step one toe out of line and you've signed your own death certificate; on a large scale, District 2 trains all of Panem's Peacekeepers and holds the Capitol's largest military base. Either would be suicide."

"That's true."

"So, yeah, that why 'allow it'."

"I get it."

"Are you still here for a reason?"

"No sorry to want me gone right?"

"I need to focus on Kawino right now and you need to focus on Primrose."

"Right thank you for your time."

"Don't mention it. Seriously, don't."

"Yes, Ma'am."

She headed back up her brain pretty much petrified with all that new information. 'He was right.' She thought. 'Unbelievable though. Why would they do that?' She wasn't even sure which that was directed at.

She went up her floor thinking and realizing training was to end soon. She'd of course talk to him and probably Prim if she'll listen when they get up. It was at least worth the effort.

She debated bringing it up to Haymitch first. It worth a try to get his opinion. So once the doors slid open on her floor she went off to find him.

She knew where to look he would just be waking. So she headed over to his room just when he was headed out. "Haymitch we need to talk now."

"Okay, gosh, Sweetheart, though, you look like you've seen a ghost."

"It's complicated," she said.

"We should probably take a seat somewhere for this."

"Okay?" He asked confused.

They headed to the table and Katniss explained everything that she just learned.

"Wow that's a lot to process."

"Yes it really is."

"What made you learn all this?"

"I went and talked with Enobaria. Measel had asked me to since he was getting worried about Kawino."

"He was?"

"Yeah, suspected abuse. I said that was a massive accusation but apparently he was right."

"Yeah, just wow."

"No words."

"Exactly," he said.

"Should we talk to Measel and Prim about it?"

"Maybe yeah."

"Could you help with that?"

"I will try."

"Good because I think we should."

"Okay, then we can."

"It shouldn't be much longer."

Just then the elevator doors opened.

Measel and Prim stepped out, the former looking just as pale. "Measel are you okay?"

"Not really," Measel answered, taking a seat.

"What happened?"

"I talked to Kawino and found some very shocking information," he said causing Prim to roll her eyes.

"Really?" Katniss asked.

"Really."

"What did you learn?"

He gulped and explained all of both.

"Oh so you know already?"

"You know?"

"Yes, I talked to his mentor."

"So great, he got her in on it, too." Prim sighed still not believing any of it.

"Primrose! This is not just a story." Katniss said using Prim's full name.

Prim seemed to flinch back at that but came back, "You don't know it isn't. I'm just trying to be safe instead of believe such an insane claim without any proof."

"Prim, it's the way she talked about it; about not passing herself...it's like listening to mom talk about dad." Prim froze not sure how to respond to that. "Exactly."

"I'm scared though," she whispered.

"I know you are."

"It just still seems like a dangerous risk to trust him."

"I know, but in this case I think we can."

"Do I have to?"

"It might be in your best interest."

"His partner though…"

"Is damaged as well."

"That doesn't change that she's dead set on killing me in the worst way she can."

"I know that, but things change."

"I don't think that will."

"In the arena Prim...nothing is the same."

"Seems like it would be more likely for something like that to go that other way around though."

"I don't think it will."

"Why would she suddenly not want to when she has to? Especially if the brutality rule is true."

"Maybe we'll see though."

"Wouldn't it be better to avoid her?"

"Yes I suppose."

"Then why fight it?"

"Fine avoid them if you want to."

"I do and you should want me to considering it's clearly the safest bet."

"I know."

"Then again, why try to convince me otherwise?"

"Sorry just forget it."

"Measel can if he wants to though. Can't really stop him."

"I will until the arena," he said.

"That's fair enough."

"Then I get you out," he said.

"Please, not this again. I don't want anyone sacrificing themselves for me. Just look what happened last time."

"Yeah, well, this time there is no other options. My time is only days away."

"It makes me look weak."

"How so?"

"Always having to have someone step in to protect me."

"I am not doing it to make you look weak; I have seen you with the war fans; you'll do great."

"Well, that's pretty much the way the whole nation sees me."

"That's good; you will be underestimated and draw sympathy which equals sponsors."

"No one would want to sponsor someone they think can't take care of themselves. The whole point of sponsorship when not from their district is to pick the most likely victor whether it's because you're betting on them or just want to be able to say you sponsored them."

"Yes, I know but what you forget is people remember Johanna Mason's strategy and will wonder if that is what you are going for."

"Except no one could forget the scared little girl who had to have her big sis step in to save her."

"No what people remember is a girl who was basically forced to stay out of the games."

"You think so?"

"Yes I do, I mean you had to be dragged off, someone who needed saving would have just run the other way."

"Well, I guess that's true."

"See so calm down at least a little."

"I'll try… think I should do a Johanna Mason?"

"Maybe it would work against most of our opponents."

"I guess the district lines up well for it, too."

"It really does."

"I'll consider it."

"Good that is all I ask."

"Seems like a good idea though."

He smiled a little seeing her confidence come back.

"Random piece of advice though, don't overestimate you opponents. It took me until the finally three to figure that one out but it can be just as dangerous as underestimating them. So for the next few days try and figure out their weak points."

"Okay got it." They said.

"Good, Foxface honestly might have won if she didn't overestimate Peeta."

"Well probably."

"So, yeah."

"Okay we got it."

"Good, now let's eat."

A/N: Hope you enjoyed the chapter! See you next time!