I reluctantly gave Alsana a thank you as goodbye that did not seem too suspicious and walked out behind Patrica, whose heels were clacking as the carpet smoothed out into a wooden surface or something remotely similar.

I gave another quick glance to Alsana who was biting her lip as another avox approached her and they took a separate turn to us.

The door up ahead had another man standing in front of it, and he opened it in silence. I imagined what it would be like to be him doing his job and getting nothing in return. I wished there was some way I could make it up to him. However my thoughts were interrupted when the smell of food reached my nose.

I looked up to see a massive dining table where plate after plate of food was stacked up high upon the wooden table. Rufus' head was just visible over the mountain of food and his chewing was loud enough to be mistaken for a dogs. Patricia's eyes were narrowed in distaste and I knew she was holding back from telling him off.

Even the walls and silverware upon the table looked more expensive than the price of all the clothes I owned added up. The room itself was more fancy then my own room and the room where I last saw Finch put together.

I tried to ignore the pain that pierced my chest at the thought of her.

Slowly I walked over to the table and sat down, not eating anything yet and giving a glance at the empty plate then at the pile before beginning to tentatively reach for a small warm roll in a basket.

When no one yelled at me and Patrica sat down next to Rufus and began to eat from a bowl filled with a chunky type of stew served by an avox I bit into it a little, deciding it was safe.

It was amazing, the melted butter and salted crust of the bread complimented each others flavours. Inside of it as I concentrated on the taste more I picked up the individuality of different types of herbs so cleverly concealed within.

Patricia was in the middle of just convincing Rufus to eat with his knife and fork when suddenly someone pulled out a chair beside me, "Are you really salivating over a roll when you have all this other deliciousness in front of you?"

My first reflex was to reach for him and let myself be comforted by his strong arms but that isn't what Finch would do.

Felexis.

I knew that if I even looked up at him he'd know who I was and he could tell us apart and pick out differences when to others it would be like trying to find a slightly different colour grain of sand on the beach.

I did not look up at him and carefully hoped he wasn't looking at my hair because although it was only by a few centimeters, I had longer hair than Finch did.

I couldn't look up at him cause just a quick inspection of my eyes flecked with darker green specks would alert him. A glimpse of my lips that are slightly fuller than my sisters... My small number of lightly dusted freckles over my nose and cheeks... It could all be ruined cause he never missed a detail.

Yet I couldn't just remain silent so I quickly murmured something hopefully unrecognizable enough and hid my face behind my hair, nibbling on the roll nervously, "I wasn't sure if I was allowed to eat anything."

I reached for a glass with my free hand that someone had poured without my notice and drank a bit so I could attempt to satisfy the dryness of my throat.

He noticed something was up by the way I was distancing myself from him but god bless him did not react in front of the others, shooting back rather dramatically, "I was actually referring to the mouthwatering-ness of myself."

I meanwhile still had the glass of the bubbling sweet liquid in my mouth and was not prepared. I choked a bit on it and almost spat it back out before just managing to swallow it.

"That's not even a word," I pointed out quietly, trying not to laugh I went back to eating the roll in my hands and still taking refuge under my curtain of hair.

Suddenly the plate in front of me was switched for one piled with food and I jumped a little. A mixture of sweet and savory dishes were divided up on the plate.

Then as he was always looking on the bright side of life, he said with cheer, "May as well eat everything whilst your here and alive seeing as it could be the last, you know?"

I made a point not to respond to him.

"You know if you're not going to eat I'll have to force you," Felexis pushed it a little closer in front of me, waiting for me to make a move until he was spoken to by Patricia.

"Rufus this is Felexis Rellkun, remember? Felexis meet Rufus Furow one of this years tributes," Patricia introduced Rufus who with a mouth full of food blurted out a hello along with something that splattered on the table.

I quickly glanced up from my hair and at Felexis who was giving Rufus a strange look, "Pleasure to meet you. You better get that. Patricia doesn't fancy gravy on her beloved mahogany too much. I would shake your hand but taking a look at the state of how greasy and gravy covered your knife and fork are I don't think it would be very pleasant. Well actually I lied. It's not actually very pleasurable to meet you. I mean you have the chance of dying in the next few weeks so it's actually kind of isn't a pleasure to meet you."

Rufus seemed to be in a state of shock and more food was dropping out of his gaping mouth, "It's very thoughtful of you to catch flies for us but I haven't seen many around the train so I think you can close that."

He was still just staring so Felexis reached over and shut the bottom of his jaw, "Or I could do it."

I think Patricia was as amused as I was because she made a noise which of course led her to cover her mouth with a napkin and blame it on a cough.

Felexis receded to his chair and began to cut up a piece of crisp square that seemed like meat, covered with a creamy looking slightly yellow sauce that was topped with a single mint leaf.

Patricia cleared her throat to break the silence and when she began to introduce me she was cut off.

"I already know her. Have for years Trish. Calm your farm. Wait you live in the Capital, hmm. Your wig. Calm you wig. Yes that'll do," Felexis shrugged then began to babble on as Patricia huffed about not only her 'wig' matter but at the way Felexis abbreviated her name.

"I spent a long time growing these curls Felexis. I would never dare buy a wig to hide the magnificent beauty of them!" Patrica gasps and I watch in content and grab the silver spoon in front of me, slipping a small proportion into my mouth of some kind of rice made from different grains and drenched in a dark sauce whilst no one is paying attention to me.

I did not have quite the words to describe it but I thought it about as magnificent as Patricia thinks her fake curls are. A damn lot.

Plump chunks of meat I presumed was lamb were hidden amongst the dish that was tender and juicy in my mouth, making me appreciate the idea of Felexius' words more clearly.

I have at hand an unlimited supply of food so why not try to consume the amount of food I usually eat in a year, all in the short amount of time it took to reach where I'd be prepared for death?

I actually found that plan pretty pleasant enough so I set to work, sampling the different dishes and trying various looking exotic meals I'd never had before, all the while watching Felexis bicker back and forth with Patricia.

Rufus had finally gotten over his shock and was back to eating everything again, this time with his hands again as Patricia was too busy to snap at him.

I knew straight away that he was just stirring her up and her face was getting redder by the second as Felexius stayed laid back in his chair with an unchanging sarcastic demeanor.

Ten minutes later Patricia's voice had raised up a few tones and had risen in her chair, stalking around the other side of the table until she's right beside Felexis almost shrieking. He on the other hand smirked and stroke out at the top of her wig, knocking it forward and onto the table of food.

"I rest my case Patsie," he taunts, twirling around his fork in a dish I've had only once and vaguely remember as spaghetti as she gasped.

I almost let a small chuckle slip until I saw the look of terror in her eyes as natural long black curls cascaded around her face and down past her shoulders.

For a minute I begin to draw a resemblance between her and someone else but I just can't figure it out.

I don't get another second to study her because she's already up and fleeing away from us, the wig -covered with what I assumed was mashed potatoes- gripped tightly in her arms.

I stared after her, envisioning still her eyes holding so much terror that I began to feel slightly afraid myself.

I hear Felexis chuckle at her and turn towards me, but I was not prepared and his eyes met mine.

I was held there a few seconds by those shimmering gemstones, unable to hide my face before his realized.

Then he immediately stopped laughing and his whole expression hardened.