Immediately Cato jogs over to me.
"Clove, what was that? Where's Christina? Who was that girl? Why did you-"
I cut him off. "Cato... Cato, I'm going to die."
Cato realizes what's really going to happen. "Clove... Clove, don't leave me. Please."
He sounds desperate.
"Cato... I don't want to leave you either."
"But one of us has to die."
We are both silent for the rest of the train ride.
I wake up to Cato kneeling on my bed, shaking me.
"Clove!" he says. "Clove, get up!"
He is already dressed and ready. Figures. He was always an early riser.
"Ugh..." I groan. "It's early..."
"Yeah, but you can see the capital!"
I immediately run to my window. Cato capital is amazing.
The buildings are high and colorful. The fashions are zany and out of this world, a thousand times worse than Liza Truun. Cato and I collapse on the ground laughing at the way they are dressed.
Collapsed on the floor rolling around and laughing.
That was how Enobaria found us a half hour later.
