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Games: 33
Key Word: Regret
POV: Cyvil Flo, district 1
Regret
I stared at the young boy in front of me. Not so much as young, but naïve. He looked at me with fear. I understood perfectly. Last year I had killed five tributes in cold blood.
"Do you want to win?" I asked him.
"Of course." They always do.
"Listen, if you do win, guilt will follow you for the rest of your life. You'll see the faces of the dead in your dreams. Blood will be on your hands." His eyes widened. It was cruel of me, but he needed to know: I will always regret it.
