And I am back on the roof, sat where I was four nights ago, except this time, I'm alone. I can hear the chanting from the street below - Capitol citizens chanting for their favourite, the one they want to win: chants of "Daven", "Aqua" and "Jasper", and even a few small chants of my name,
but I block them out.

How can they be so enthusiastic? Every year, 23 children die for their entertainment. 23 sons, daughters, brothers, sisters, granddaughters and grandchildren are sent to die. And even then, the victor is never safe. Always being watched by the Capitol. Do they know that? Or do they not care, so long as they get their annual entertainment?

But I have reasons to hate the Capitol. Not only have the killed my friends and my relatives, but the have taken away my best friend. They forced him to fight, twice, and now they've just discarded him. Left him to die. You'd think a victor would get better treatment.

I hear the door to the roof open, and close, and footsteps coming towards me. Cole flops down beside me, his hair flopping into his eyes as he does. He sits as I do, with his knees pulled up to his chest, arms loosely wrapped around them. "How long have you been here?"

"Twenty minutes or so." I murmur.

He nods. "It's sick, isn't it?"

I look at him, turning my head.

"Them. The chanting. The enthusiasm. You think they'd have some sort of...remorse." He finishes, staring at the fireworks that are being set off in the square below.

I sigh. "They don't see it like we do. They think that we want to go. They don't understand that we hate it."

"Maybe soon the rebellion will start." He murmurs.

How does he know about that? I have to cover up. "What? Don't... Don't talk like that, Cole." I drop my voice. "They'll kill you for talking like that."

"I know about you." He says. "I know how you're so good. Don't pretend that there's no rebellion. Or District 13." He spits.

My eyes widen. "This isn't the place, Cole."

"Then where is?" He hisses. "Tomorrow we go to the arena, where the whole of Panem is watching, you want to talk about it there?" He cocks his head.

I shake mine. "No." I murmur. "What do you want to know?"

"When did you find it? What did they teach you? Did they know you were going to be picked?" His voice drops even lower. "Do you know where Katniss and Peeta are?"

"About three years ago. To fight, but with guns, not bows and arrows and swords and knives. No they didn't, I don't think. And no, Cole. No. I don't. I wouldn't be here if I did." I answer in a low voice.

He gulps,and turns away from me. "You're going to get in trouble if they find out."

"Who?" I ask.

"Them." He looks to the square below us.

I nod. "But they won't. I forgot. That was another part of my training. Fooling the stupid Capitol people." I grin.

Cole starts to smile, looking as if he's trying to battle it, but he breaks into a grin, and laughs. "Just don't leave me in that arena." He says, and turns to look at me again, his face serious.

I nod. "I won't. I promise." I say.

He nods. We stay silent for a while, just enjoying eachother's company. This is the last relaxing moment I'm going to get. So I enjoy it, lying back and feeling the breeze through my hair.