I actually like Katniss, so I decided to write her own pre-Reaping thoughts and add them to Gale's xx
Katniss had thought she was ready for the Reaping. She knew Prim's chances of getting picked - very unlikely - but she worried in.
She knew her own chances of getting picked - probable - but Gale would be there to watch out for her family, were she to be entered into the Games.
She knew Gale's chances. High. Higher than anyone else's. He could be picked, and on his last year as well.
It was him she was worried about, because Katniss could hardly feed Gale's mother and three siblings be herself. She struggled with her own family - it was Gale that managed on his own most of the time.
But all of that could end, and end tomorrow.
Well, if there was one thing that living in the Districts taught you was that it never cost to be prepared. Then you couldn't be caught by surprise and starve.
Katniss had been caught by surprise at her father's death and that had nearly cost her, her mother and Prim their lives.
Never again.
So she would be prepared.
But she wouldn't tell Gale that. She would be prepared to go into the Games herself, and her lack of fight would scare Gale, she knew. Gale was the strongest person she knew and he never sat back and submitted to the Capitol. To see Katniss so willing to would disturb him more than almost anything else.
Katniss supposed she could understand.
If she saw Gale give up like this, the ground would stop spinning beneath her feet.
But, like she said, it never hurt to be prepared.
And prepared she was. She had organised how Prim would continue to support herself and she had made sure that her mother would be alright and made a secret bargain with more than a few people, concerning the black-market and her dealings there.
The only person she hadn't spoken to was Gale.
She just didn't know how to, and she didn't particularly want to.
Not for this.
When he proposed running away together into the forest, she actually considered for a moment, a single moment, not having to plan and fight for survival. To be free.
But that was it. A single moment, because there was no point in dreaming of things that couldn't happen.
Because the chances were that tomorrow one or both their names could be chosen and they would be forced to fight to the death and all the other one would be able to do it watch.