The Letters Written by the Tributes of the 16th Annual Hunger Games
Dear Versailles,
Hi! I'm glad they let us write letters because I miss you to the moon and back. It's less fun without my twin around. Say hi to our mom and dads for me; hope they're doing well. I miss you all more than anything, but especially you, bro.
I've been having so much fun here. The people here are so cool; some of them have rainbow hair or jewels glued to their eyelashes, and the clothes! I'd love to do drag here; I miss Saturday nights performing as Tiffany. I miss a lot of things. I wish you were here to cheer me on.
So... the Games aren't really what I thought they'd be. You know how I go into things without really thinking; I just wanna put myself out there as much as I can, you know? But I know you'll have to watch them soon, and I want you to know I never meant to get into this mess. The Trainers made it sound like an adventure, like something to be proud of. I'm still trying to come to grips with it all, but the Head Gamemaker told us that it would be some kind of death match. So I just wanted to make you a promise in case this is the last time I get to talk to you: I'm not going to kill anybody, not even if my life depends on it. And I'm gonna try and do good whenever I can. My allies, the Careers, seem a little scary—like they're the real deal, and actually dedicated to this. They're willing to kill; they might even enjoy it. But Tremor, the boy from Two, seems cool. I want to leave them, but there's also some part of me who wants to help them, if I can, and I hope you'd be proud of me for that. I want to get back to you all; I want nothing more than for everything to be simple again. I want to wear makeup and sing and see you in the audience and not feel so guilty. I hate to even think about this, but if I have a choice between killing someone and dying, I'd rather die. The Trainers tricked me, and I went into it without thinking. I can't have that on my conscience, after everything that's happened. It's my fault I'm here in the first place, and now I have to pay the price.
Anyway, I love you, bro. Don't get into too much trouble without me. XOXO,
Marquis
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To the Capitol as a whole, but most specifically to President Graymore,
My apologies for the lengthy title; the Capitol officials would not let me write to such a broad audience, so I had to alter my statement, but I trust you will pass this along, Mr. President, if need be. I hope you are faring well with the recent death of your father. Might I express my deepest condolences. Today I come to you with somewhat personal business. I'm sure you have noticed my exceptional efforts as a Peacekeeper in Two; I have ended many a rebel life and served the Capitol and my country with all my strength. It is my greatest honor to serve on the force, and I fully support the Capitol's views on the Games. However, I come to you today with a question. Yes, I know this will only be sent if I die, and I find that highly unlikely. But I do hope you will treat these as the special circumstances they are, seeing as this letter is addressed to you personally; this is not simply a matter of sentimentality. Most of my family was obliterated by the rebels, but I've been training for the position as Peacekeeper for years. Why would you send me into the Games, when I have done so much good, when I have done everything in my power to aid in the Capitol's efforts? Surely I have not done anything to deserve this.
It matters not. I will prove to you that I am more than a rebel, that I am far too useful to be selected into a meaningless Game. I will show you that I am relentless, that I will do absolutely anything for the Capitol. And if I somehow die during these Games, consider this a last testament that I am fully devoted to the Capitol. I will do whatever it is that you need me to do, but I don't see the relevance of this particular mission. With all due respect, you have made a grave mistake. My parents died for your cause; it is my solemn duty to avenge them to the best of my ability. But my first priority will always be the Capitol, of course. I fail to see how sending me to die makes any sense whatsoever.
With Well wishes,
Tremor Atilius
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Dear Blue,
Could you pass this along to our other friends too? I hope you never have to read this. I wanna come back to you guys but I'm not sure if I will; I'm so scared of losing myself in the process. Anyway, enough of that. How are you all doing? I bet you miss having somebody who actually has talent at arcade games. But seriously, I hope you're all hanging in there. I wanted everything to last forever, but I guess I sorta knew that it had to end eventually. But I'm sure you'll all be able to go on without me; you're all strong like that. But never mind that; you wouldn't believe how much fun I've had. I've made a friend, Wren, and we both found this epic arcade that the Capitolities use when they get bored. It's amazing, so high-tech! It makes ours look crude and outdated, which I guess we already know, but I understand what a real arcade is like now, and it's perfect. But I think I'd rather play on ours, even if I had so much fun; it didn't feel the same without you.
Wren is so cool. I think you guys would like her. She's kind and funny and bright; she'd fit right in with us. I wish we could both come back together and maybe I could sit with you all on the street one last time, roast pigeons and talk about nothing. Maybe if I saw you all one more time I'd be able to properly say goodbye. A part of me feels like this is all just a game; and it is. I'm good at games. I could win this. So I guess I hope you never have to read this. But if you do, consider it a goodbye. Just know that I loved the Capitol and I learned so much and I made a new friend and no matter what, I still love you guys. I promise it's going to be okay. Hang in there.
Cady
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My beloved parents,
There is a multitude of things I could say in this letter, and yet I feel that I could never quite convey all that is inside of me. You doubtless have many questions, and I'm sure that you hate me now, perhaps more than you already did because I've not been as successful with the sandcastles lately and I know that it's my solemn responsibility to provide income for the family... I could always explain everything in excruciating detail, and I'd be glad to do it, but I don't have endless paper and it would probably take me pages upon pages. If I'm being transparent—and if I ever was honest with you, this would surely be the time—I'm not even sure why I'm writing to you. The Capitol tells me that this letter won't even be delivered unless I perish, and that idea seems so faraway... in my mind's eye it feels as if I could live forever, at least in some sense. I've spent my life trying to make things beautiful; it has felt like the only thing I could do. Was it ever enough? Did I ever change anything at all?
I'm not sure why I'm asking you. You could never answer me; I don't think either of you would want to. But maybe it would help you understand me, if you saw what was inside my head. I am always spinning, I feel, churning out new ideas like a machine that never stops. I Volunteered for these Games on one such whim, and I promise you that I have a perfectly valid reason; there are things bigger than my District, there are missions more monumental. But, once again, if I am being honest, I don't feel monumental now. But I met a boy. He was not one for words but he was mysterious and beautiful in a way, and something drew me to him, but then I let him go because I thought perhaps to stray from my course would be imperfect and blasphemous. I hope you know my goal was always to create, and then it became the deep desire to mean something. I wanted only to provide for you both; I wanted to become beautiful and I wanted to rise above it all.
Did I succeed?
Your devoted son,
Caldwell
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Dear Mr. President,
I know we've talked before, so I hope you'll forgive this letter. I'm sure you'll be hearing from so many other Tributes with some request or another... but I hope you really will consider mine because, while I hope that I will make it to our next meeting after the Games, I fear that certain circumstances will prevent me from attending. I am not prideful enough to assume I will win by default, but... well, it is a hope. I'm not sure why I'm talking to you so informally. Perhaps it's because I hoped I'd find a confidant in my alliance, but I found only aloofness or outright opposition. So I come to you with a grand request, one that I've dreamed of giving you for quite some time.
Years of abuse and destruction have shown me that this world is full of darkness, and I've always felt that it was my duty to do something about it, so that others in my position might not face the same hardships. I've seen kindness in you, Mr. President—yes, I know, we only met for a moment, but I know how to read people, and your heart seems to be in the right place. I hope I have found the right person; the circumstances are perfect and I have worked hard to make them so. I ask you to pay attention to a long-ignored problem in our nation; while wars are waged and children are taken away, the environment continues to worsen and, with it, the poverty of our districts. I believe all of this is connected and I think that if we solve one problem, that being the environment, so many good things will follow. I could go on and on, enclosing a step-by-step plan, but I think you've heard enough from me, and I doubt this will be the last time I call on you for help. I trust you. Please don't let me down. I have been too much alone to think I could ever find some kind of help in this world, but I still can't bring myself to give in. Help me finish what I started. Save the environment, save the oceans, and take me seriously. Please.
Warmest Regards,
Naya
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Columbia,
I know you are angry with me, though I still don't know why. I know you've heard this before. But there are so many things I cannot say out loud that come so easily in writing. It's like... it's almost like being onstage. When I write I become someone else, someone better.
Colby, I haven't explained this correctly before. I worry that I never will. But I want to try because I really need you to understand. I need you to know that I did all of this for a reason. And that reason is saving you. Not because I thought you couldn't do it yourself, not because I wanted to be the hero—well, maybe a little. But it's more because that's what siblings should do for each other. That's what they do in all the books; they look out for one another and they protect each other. And I know you're pouting at me right now because you don't want to save me and I've never done anything to deserve it... but that's the reason why I wrote you instead of telling you about all this. Well, I tried, but you kept interrupting me. And I know why. I know you've gone through so much, and for that I'm deeply sorry.
But we're not so different, Colby. I think I understand you, at least a little. I've spent so many years wondering what I could have done wrong to bring this on both of us, why our parents hate us so much and what I could do to prevent it and why I haven't been smart enough to figure it out. But then there was an opportunity! Then I learned about the Games and I realized maybe this was what I was supposed to do all along, and so when you were Reaped it felt like some kind of sign from fate. So I stepped up there because I wanted to be with you right then, Colby. Because I wanted you to have someone on your side who sees you for who you truly are. And because I'm going to save you, no matter what. And if you're reading this, I succeeded! I finally figured it out, and I'm not useless now, because you're still living and breathing like I could never really figure out how to do. I believe in you, Colby. I believe you can break free and find some kind of peace in your true self. And I'm running out of paper but I promise that everything's going to be alright. This is all happening for a reason. I hope you understand now. Did I do it all right? Did I do anything at all for you? I hope so.
Love,
Cal
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To my darling mother and father,
Greetings from the Capitol! Everything is positively dripping with riches here! There are sumptuous dishes and bedazzling decorations... but most importantly, there is money, and I plan to get some of that money just as soon as I can. Our plan is going off without a hitch. The Capitol is charmed by our "touchingly tragic" story, and Callisto is sufficiently out of the way. Don't worry; I would never conspire with the enemy. Unbelievable of him to go and Volunteer, truly! But luckily, we've found a way to spin it in our favor... although, I will note that I am the one carrying it out, and I hope that you two see and understand: it has always been my singular goal to inherit the family business. I will never fail you.
(It should be noted, however, that Callisto is much more intelligent and capable than we originally thought. Perhaps he would have blossomed over time, but alas... failure cannot be tolerated. I know this well.)
I have learned much over my time in the Capitol, and will continue to learn. It won't be long before I'm back as the Victor, loved by all—but loved most especially, I hope, by you two. I will be your perfect daughter, or else I am nothing at all.
With all my best,
Columbia
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Graymore,
I doubt you'll ever read this letter, which is why I'm able to write it without an ounce of regret. Let me tell you why: either your troop of security will censor this, or I will be seeing you before I die. You will only read this letter if I die and you remain alive, which I doubt will ever happen. But, if by some miracle this letter falls into your hands, I'll be glad. If you worry that I am threatening you... well, your worries would be well-founded. I am writing to tell you how much hatred I hold for the Capitol, for all the Presidents before you, and for the corruption you continue to spread. To explain every single thing you and yours have done to hurt me and my family would not only be a waste of my time, but it would be far too long for the pages they've given me. I could tell you about my family's murder, but I'm sure you wouldn't care; you'd tell me there's nothing you can do to change it, and you'd be right. Anything you do to make amends now would be too little, too late.
I don't want your apologies. I want justice. I've been seeking it for years, and I don't intend to stop now. Yes, I'm the Masked Killer, or the Nightwalker, as they sometimes call me—although I'm sure you're not even aware of that. It doesn't matter either way. Still, if anything inside you cares, know that it pains me so deeply to do this; with each death, the weight on my shoulders grows heavier. I am undeserving of your sympathy.
Yet I will continue with my plan, because it's all that I can do. Because nobody else cares enough to carry this burden for me.
Cherish what little peace and safety you may possess; I fear you won't be able to keep it for long.
Sincerely,
Blade
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Azalea,
How is the family doing? No, that was a stupid question. They're either sad I'm gone, or they don't care; either way, I don't want to know.
But I wanted to say hello anyway, I guess, because they made me choose who to write to and I chose you because you're—well. You're family. And that's all I have to write to. You know that's how I like it. And the Games isn't going to change that. I've made no friends during training, and I won't make any during the Games. I know it'll only get me, or them, hurt. I don't care about any of this. I know I'll probably die in the Bloodbath, so I guess I'll say goodbye now. Goodbye, Azalea. I trust you. And that's saying a lot for me, but I'm sure you know that. They can say whatever they want about me, but they can never say that I made a fool of myself by falling in love or getting attached to people who'd only leave in the end... or I'd get them killed. Don't know why I'm telling you all this; you already know, I'm sure.
If I ever were to make friends... well, it would be because I owed them something. Then, maybe, I'd help them. But I'll never owe anyone anything. So I don't have to worry about that.
I'd tell you to say hello to the family for me, but by the time you get this I'll be dead. Unless I win, which is a possibility, considering my strategy, but if I do you'll never get this, so what does it matter? Either way, I miss you, sorta. I guess.
Dria
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Dear Cady,
Hi best friend! I guess I shouldn't be so cheery because I'm basically writing out my will but it's hard not to be because I'm so glad that I have you as my friend! You're so kind and talented and chill, and I never want you to forget that, no matter what. I hope you always remember that I think you're the coolest person in the world! I'm... well I'm not worried obviously, but I am a little sad because one of us is going to be dead by the time this letter gets delivered, if it ever does. I don't like the thought of you dying before me, because then I'd be all alone without you. And I am gonna win this thing, but I need my partner in crime by my side to do it!
Except... if I die before you, that means you'll be alone in the world. Well, you've got your friends and your arcade at home, and I have my family and Aspen and Wylan. I miss playing pranks on people in Seven, falling out of trees and rolling down hills and thinking that everything was going to be okay. I wanted you to meet my friends someday, and to show you the place where me and Wylan kissed, and if you ever got married, I'd be your bridesmaid, or if I ever had a kid, they'd be your godchild. But that's not gonna happen. And sometimes I wish I'd never been Reaped but then I remember that's how I met you, and I'd never have even known you if not for this! So right now I'm going to pretend that we're still together, laughing and telling stories. And if you're sad because I'm gone—which would never happen, obviously—you can pretend I'm there too. And if you're gone but I'm still here, I'll just hope you knew how awesome I thought you were before you died. If you die, I want to be right there with you, fighting by your side. Promise you'll do the same for me? What am I saying? I know you'll be there because you're awesome like that.
Mwah!
Wren
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Mom,
Hi. Hope you're holding up alright. The Capitol is big and bright and beautiful. Did you know that I once dreamed I'd move there as a fairytale princess and be swept off my feet by a noble Capitol prince? Well, the Capitol doesn't have princes. But I'm sure you knew that.
There is a boy. He's quiet and kind and sorta confusing. But he's handsome and strong, and we're allies. I'm trying to follow what you told me. You always said I'd be nothing if I wasn't a pretty face... well, I'm doing everything you told me. I'm trying to find a boy and to fall in love. But somehow it doesn't feel like the dream I thought it would. I want to be loved, Mom. I want it so much. But I've never found it, and now I think I never will, because relationships never work out for me. I don't know what I'm doing wrong. But I won't ask you. I already know what you'd tell me.
Also, Mom, I sometimes wish you wouldn't tell me that because I can memorize things better than anyone at my school. And besides, you're miserable and I'm working to keep the family afloat. I don't want to turn out like you.
I'm sorry. That was horrible. But I guess I can say whatever I want since I'll be dead soon. Anyway, I'm sorry you're alone. I'm sorry that love didn't work out for you. I'll try to not end up where you did... but I guess I'll never have to worry about that, because there's no way I'll live through this. I'll probably die in the Bloodbath. Will you mourn me, at least? Have a funeral with roses and lots of pink and know that I'm trying so hard. I'm trying my best. Please survive without me. I love you.
Felicia
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My Dearest Luz,
I want to say so many things. I hope you know how much light you've brought to my life. For so long I thought I'd never find safety and love, but you've shown me I deserve that and more. You've shown me there's wonder and beauty in the world. You are love and light and healing, Luz. You bring calmness and peace when nothing else makes sense, and when I'm with you, I don't have to run away. I love you, Luz. I wish I could tell you all the million reasons why, but just know that you are beautiful and kind in every way, and nothing you could do would ever change that or make me stop loving you. And if there comes a day when I can't be with you, my love will still be there.
Sometimes I think I don't deserve all the light you've brought me. Like maybe all this wouldn't have happened if you'd never met me. But we're here, right now, together, and that means this all happened for a reason, because I wouldn't exchange these moments we've shared for anything. Holding your hand, seeing you smile every day—it's the best thing that ever happened to me. No matter what happens, you'll always have the memories to lean on. You have so much to bring to the world, my love, and that's why I want to save you. I want to show you all the light that's inside you, and I want you to live, Luz, back in Nine where you can stack shelves at the apothecary and be with your family and be happy. I'm sorry to be so sentimental, but I hope that this letter will bring you some kind of solace. Because you might live longer than me, Luz, as much as I hate the thought of you hurting because of me. If you're all alone when you read this, and I'm gone, just know that you did everything you could. You don't have to be perfect, Luz. You are so strong and so brave, and I don't want you to be sad and scared like I've been. So don't be afraid of death, Luz. I think everything will turn out like it's supposed to. Maybe someday we'll be with each other again, and I can tell you all the things I still can't say. But for now, just hold on and try to have hope. I know you can do this. It's time for you to let me go. I miss you already. But there's still a piece of me with you, in this letter and in your memories. Try to hold on to that, if you can. I might be watching you from the stars right now. We can never know for sure until we find each other again. But for now, don't blame yourself for the things that are out of your control. I love you. Try to be brave for me, and pick Queen Anne's Lace in my memory, will you? Please don't lose hope.
Yours Forever,
Asa
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Dear Asa,
You're much better at this than I am. I know you'll write something beautiful that will make me smile and feel seen, like you do. But... I'll try my best, because I want to give you something. I want to give you everything, actually.
I wish I wasn't writing this. I wish there would never be a situation where I'd have to say goodbye, and that I could keep you with me, safe and sound, for as long as you need. I need you, Asa, more than you could imagine, I think. I remember the day that you walked up to me with those flowers, all earnest, and my heart melted because I knew that you saw me, in that moment. For as long as I can remember, I've been trying to help other people. And I'm happy to do it. But sometimes that's all people see. They need me so much that once I've helped them, they move on. There's nothing more I can do for them, and that breaks something inside me, because I want to be more than that. You see all of me, every imperfection that I try to hide, and you still love me despite them... or maybe because of them. I know you're not going to leave or look away, and I know that trust is so hard, so that means everything to me. You are precious to me, Asa. I wish you could see how unbelievably wonderful you are. But for now I guess you'll just have to take my word for it. I love you, Asa. No strings attached. I'll always be here for you.
But I know that there might be a time when I can't be. I can't stand the thought of you being somewhere I can't reach, of you being scared and alone, but I know it's a possibility. So let me tell you right now: you're strong, and funny, and kind. Your presence is healing. You've endured so much, and I wish that you wouldn't have to go through anything else. But I also know that you can make it through this. I'll be with you for as long as I can be. If you make it out without me, go to my family. You will always have a home there. Don't worry, love. I'm not going to let you fall. I can't write anymore, I'm already crying too much to see straight, but I wish that somehow, we could figure out a way to make it through this. I want nothing more than to see that grin of yours, those sparkling eyes, for as long as you'll let me. I wish we had more time. But don't be afraid, Asa. I know for certain that I'm not going to leave you alone for as long as I'm able. I love you.
Luz
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Dear Felicia,
If you're reading this, I'm dead. As much as I hate to say this, I hope that's not the case. I don't want you to be alone in the Arena, and I know that I'm going to try as hard as I can to win so I can get back to my family and protect them. Have I told you about them yet? My dad's dead and now I do a lot of the chores 'round the farm so we can stay afloat. I love my siblings to death. I think you'd like them too if you could meet them. I wish that could happen. But, Felicia, there's only one of us who can make it out. I know how worried you are about dying in the Bloodbath, and also about finding love. Well, I'll try my best to keep you safe. But I love my siblings, and I really want to win. So I guess I'm writing this to apologize. I'm sorry that you got Reaped and that you have to be here. I'm sorry that you might die in these Games, and I'm sorry that I'm all you have, and that I might not be what you imagined. I like you, Felicia. I wish I'd met you some other time, when the world wasn't at stake. I feel kinda helpless, writing this. I want to do something but I can't figure out what, and that's saying a lot because I'm always planning, always busy. I feel so out of control here. So, if you don't find what you're looking for, I'm sorry. You're a sweet girl. I hope you find peace, and I'm sorry that I can't change things, or explain better. Please understand.
Your friend,
Buck
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Dear Kiera,
Hi sis. I miss you so much. If I'm understanding right, this letter will only be sent once/if I die, but I'm writing to you from my apartment in the Capitol, the night before the Games. I don't want you to have to watch them, but I know it's required. I'm so sorry. I wish I could still be at home with you; I'll try my best to win, but I also don't want to kill anyone. I'm pretty scared, but I'm gonna try so hard to get back to you. I've made some friends during training; they're really nice. I don't want them to have to die... I'll try to protect them. But I don't know how to protect them and win at the same time. I can't do everything, and it's killing me.
This might be the last time I talk to you. So I'm sorry about everything that happened with Dad. I'm sorry that Mom is gone. I miss her so much, and you're older, so you were closer with her. I'm sure you feel that pain every day, like I do. It sucked what we had to go through. It's not fair. But I want you to know that I love you. Through it all, you were here for us, trying to keep the family together. Thank you for showing me that you don't have to just sit there and let life take everything out of you. You can fight back, and be kind, and keep trying. I'm going to do all of that. I'm going to fight. I love you. Tell Rivel I said I love him too, and that he's my favorite brother, even though I couldn't write to both of you. Promise me you'll stay strong.
Your Loving Sister,
Jack
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Mr. President,
There is corruption in your cabinet. I'm sure you already know that and I know you probably won't do anything about it, but you have no choice but to read this. Hades King is your Minister of Construction, and he is also my father, which is an irrelevant detail, but I'm only telling you because it's the reason I know all this, and it means I'm not lying. Hades King went out to District Twelve and had an affair with Eurydice Spades, my mother. They had me and my sister, half-Capitol and half-District children. My uncle found out and killed Eurydice, either because they didn't want the information leaking out or they were ashamed at the scandal of it all.
After my mother was killed, Hades left his own children to fend for themselves in the district. He told nobody of this and never once checked on us. I got injured by the other kids in the community home and my sister and I ran away. But she was caught stealing from a Capitol woman and arrested. She was just trying to keep us from dying like our mother did; there was nobody else who cared about us. My sister was taken to the Capitol to become a servant, likely treated like a slave, and I Volunteered for the Hunger Games because I'm the only one who can save her. I'm too much of a Seam rat to be a Capitolite, but too freakish to be part of Twelve. My mother is dead and my sister is gone because of his reckless actions. Hades has made it so that there's nobody left in the world to care about me. I will never find rest because of him.
But that last part doesn't matter. This isn't about me; it's about the people Hades has ruined on his path. I'm sure he's already moved on to some other woman from the Districts, with no regard for the lives he might destroy in the process, and no consequences. I'm asking you to make him pay. I'll be back to save my sister, but if I somehow don't make it, I want Hades King's reputation in ashes. He's left death and ghosts in his wake; it's time he sees what that feels like.
Alessio Spades
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Hi! This was a chapter, am I right? Sorry that the formatting is minimal—I have limited formatting capabilities on my device, but hopefully everything still came across! For a quick refresher, these letters are a way for Tributes to send a last message to anyone they like—but they will only be delivered once the Tribute dies, which was the Capitol's attempt at avoiding any rebellion or important messages being sent that could somehow affect the Tributes, though that didn't work out too well because we have some clever kids in our cast! However, the letters that were not delivered are as follows: Callisto to Columbia (Colby died before Cal), Blade to Signet (Blade is the Victor and therefore does not need his letter delivered, in the Capitol's eyes), Wren to Cady (Cady died before Wren), and Luz to Asa (Asa died before Luz). This was an interesting experiment! I wanted to try something similar to the top 8 family interviews, but that hasn't been established in my Verse yet, and the letters are also relevant to the plot in some ways! But above all, these letters are a tribute to this amazing cast. It was at once a joy and a tragedy to write them again, because some of these kids wrote the letters before they'd had important character arcs. And, in a lot of ways, I'm glad that the Tributes have all completed their journeys and found peace. But this was a lovely way to say goodbye to them all for the last time, and to dive into some unknown details of their life before the Games in some cases, or just dive deeper into their inner voice for the last time. I miss them so much. I'm not sure if this chapter made anyone cry, but it definitely made me feel things, so I hope you all enjoyed it as much as I did writing it. Thank you, submitters, for entrusting these kids to me. I loved them all so deeply and I was so proud to see them all grow and change throughout the story. Though their endings were tragic, in many cases, I hope you can find some closure in the fact that they all had someone to write to, and even if their voices were never heard by the ones they sent their last message to, know that I saw and loved every part of them.
Next chapter (the last chapter of IIDY... wild!) we will be checking in on Blade and Signet to see how they're doing. Won't that be fun? Thanks for reading, as usual. We're really reaching the end now.
Much Love,
Miri