It takes me a moment to realize that in the span of time I've known Cato I have revealed more about myself and my past than I ever had with Peeta.

I feel slightly bad for a moment before realizing that if I had told Peeta any of this he would have hated me for the monster I am but I don't have to worry about Cato thinking I'm a monster because even if I am he is one too.

After awhile in Division everyone becomes a monster, whether they are willing to admit it or not.

I look at his face and see shock, then confusion, then realization.

"So that's why you lived on the streets for a year and a half? Is that the reason for the drugs too?"

"Yes to both."

"But how were you never caught? Even with living on the streets and staying out of the radar, a nice move considering your age, people would have known and called the cops."

"I had a very good friend that helped me out when I needed him the most."

"Who?"

"He was Constance's son."

"Son? I thought you said there were only two girls and they were both foster kids."

"Those were the ones in the house at the time. She had a son, he was a year older than me and we got very close while I was there because we both hated that hell hole."

"How could he help you escape? You killed his mother and murdered his father."

"Step-father. Lawrence married Constance when her husband fled with the maid and left her alone with her kid. Besides my friend hated them both so much I was surprised he didn't do anything before I did."

"Did he know what your foster father did to the girls?"

"No, he never knew anything. He didn't truly live in the house, he slept outside in a tent and kept everything in his car. He refused to be near any of them."

I smile a bit remembering those times when I would sneak him into my room and we'd play cards or scrabble through the whole night when neither of us could sleep.

"How did he prevent you from getting caught?"

"Well after everything had happened I called him and told him everything so he rushed to the house to find me holding a gun and his mother on the ground all bloodied. He asked about Larry and when I told him the details he told me what I should start doing and that he would get back in half an hour.

Turns out he had been going to see Larry, who was still very much alive and hoping to report me to the authorities and somehow my friend either convinced or threatened him into not saying anything but it worked because Larry never said my name just that it was some psychotic delinquent that did it and that he didn't even see their face."

I look up to see how he was taking all this information and he is a stone wall right now, no emotion whatsoever on his face.

"What was his name? You can say it instead of just saying 'my friend' cause that is getting annoying fast."

"Right, sorry. His name was Tate."

"How did you get rid of the body?"

"I didn't do it, Tate did. He just told me to get her to the basement, clean things upstairs and he would handle the rest."

"You were lucky."

"Very. So, do you think I'm a murderous, psychotic bitch yet? At least that's what Glitter used to call me."

"Glitter?"

"Not important."

"Okay and no, I don't think you are a psychotic bitch. I've done worse."

I decide this is a good a time as any and just ask what has been in my mind for awhile.

"Cato?"

"Yes?"

"How did you get into Division?"

"Don't you know how Careers get picked?"

"No, just that they get there at a very young age."

"Well, Division doesn't have many Careers, there are about twenty operating in total and at least twelve of them are around the world so that leaves only eight of us here, well seven seeing that I'm assigned to you. The reason that there are so few Careers is because Division will make an offer to the child's family, they have probably been watching that child for awhile and deemed them 'worthy' to be trained and offer that family wealth and a decent life for their children. The parents will still have contact with them but only once a year. I still have my family and visit them once a year, every year, and they are now living a very good life in comparison to what they had."

"But, I mean, don't you feel something about that?"

"Like what?"

"I don't know, mad. Mad at your parents for letting you go, mad at Snow for only letting you see them once a year-"

"And it's enough. I don't need to see them more, only enough so that I know that they are safe and well, everything else just fades into the background."

"They gave up their only child-"

"I have a younger brother."

"Don't you want to spend time with him?"

"I do spend time with him and we are good friends."

"How? You only see him once a year."

"Again, once a year is enough. I make time for everything. Why are you worrying about it so much?"

"Because if I still had my family I'd want to spend much more time with them that's all."

"Well our situations aren't alike. Your parents were taken from you while mine gave me up for a nice life."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be. I'm fine with the life I've been given."

"How? How are okay with everything that happened?"

"How are you?"

I snort at his response.

"I'm the farthest thing from okay, I'm barely hanging on."

"Doesn't seem like it."

He is looking at me intently and I can't help but look away.

"Yeah, well, we all wear masks. Everyone, everyday. Sometimes we wear them so much we forget who we really are."

"And who are you really?"

I look back up again surprised he even asked and give him a small smile.

"I guess you'll just have to find out."

I know that I haven't updated in what feels like years and I cannot begin to tell you how badly that makes me feel.

Truth is that my computer broke, I lost everything I had, not only for this particular fanfiction but for my others as well. Chapters I had written, ideas I had, everything, gone. I'm trying to put the pieces back together and get you guys what I hope to be a good story but if I have failed I'm truly sorry. I got my computer back yesterday and wrote this small chapter that I know isn't nearly good enough for the wait I put you through but I hope you'll understand.

I'm truly sorry and I love all of you that have read this fic or any others and still choose to be here to read them. Thank you.