Valeria Groulx

Valeria knew who would be the first one through the door, and sure enough, she could hear the heavy footsteps running down the hall. Orin burst through the door and ran to her, tears in his eyes. At the sight of him, Valeria's throat instantly tightened, trying to keep herself from crying. She owed him so much. Seven months into their relationship, a fire swept through her home, killing her father and older sister. Valeria was devastated, but Orin's family took her in and helped her get through it.

She twisted at the ring on her left hand. Orin had proposed to her a few months ago, which in hindsight, would have been smarter to do once they were both safe from the Reaping for good.

Valeria pulled off the steel band - Most people in the district couldn't afford extravagant rings – and handed it to Orin. He looked down at it in shock, but refused to take it.

"Take it with you to the arena. It can be your token." Valeria started crying, something she didn't want to do. Orin lifted her face up to his and kissed her. This is what she needed. She needed him. She'd be alone in the arena, and she'd have to fight to get back to her future husband.

"I'm going to come back. I don't care what I have to do. I'm coming back to you." She said through the tears.

"I know you are. You're strong." He pulled her slightly away to look at her clearly. "Look at what you've been through already. You are one of the strongest people around. You can do this. I'll be waiting at the station when you get back." He kissed her one last time before the Peacekeeper came in to separate them. She got her, hopefully not last, glimpse of Orin as he was led from the room.

Nolan Hinkley

Nolan held his mother, trying to comfort her. She'd been crying ever since she came into the room. His father had already come to say his goodbyes, so that his mother could have time to calm herself, which obviously didn't happen.

"I love you Nolan. We both love you, so much. So much." He squeezed her tighter. The people who lived in the town around the square weren't as prepared to say goodbye. The kids who had the money never had to take out tesserae, so they were always less likely to go to the arena. Nolan only had his name in the ball five times. So many people had double digit entries that Nolan was able to stay slightly calm. But it hadn't helped him in the end. All he could do now was hold onto his mother until the peacekeepers came to take her away.

Nolan's last visitor was his best friend, Milla. They were more comfortable with each other than anyone else. Nolan sat down on the couch and let her tiny frame curl up into him. Nolan knew she liked him, and he liked her that way, too. They were the best of friends, but they'd agreed not to take it any further until after they'd turned nineteen and were safe to have a future. Right now, Nolan was both glad and a little disappointed in his decision not to move forward with her. Milla, probably sensing that from his tension, pulled his hand over and kissed his palm.

"That's your token. Don't lose it." She joked. Nolan laughed. He needed this. These last few minutes with her were perfect.

Aurelie Dranson

Aurelie just sat on the couch and cried. She knew that once she left this building, the cameras would be on her, and she had to stay strong then, but right now, she could cry. Her mother was sitting with her, holding Aurelie's head in her lap. She'd managed to bring Banx, Aurelie's pet pig, with her to come visit. Aurelie had raised the pig from birth, when it fell ill. He was big, now, and healthy, and Aurelie discovered her mother had been bringing him with her to the Reaping since Aurelie was twelve. As she layed there, she scratched at Banx's ears; he loved it. She wished she could bring him with her to the Capitol.

"Can I ask you something?" her mother said suddenly. Aurelie looked up at her from where she was lying.

"Yeah?"

"Please don't go into the bloodbath. I couldn't handle that if I saw you there. Please, just run. Run and hide and survive and come home to me." The tears came back just then. Aurelie thought her mother was going to tell her how much she loved her, but instead she was talking battle strategy. It almost hurt, and it was present on Aurelie's face. Her mother must've caught that, because she started running her fingers through her hair. Aurelie let her continue until the Peacekeeper knocked on the door. Aurelie bolted upright and hugged her mother.

"I love you, mom," she cried. Her mother squeezed her tight.

"I love you, too, sweetheart." Aurelie heard Banx squeal, and she couldn't help but laugh at him. She gave her favorite pig one last hug before the peacekeeper ordered the two of them out of the room, leaving Aurelie alone once more.

Casson Scealve

Casson said goodbye to his mother and father as the Peacekeeper came in to collect them. He wanted them to just be able to take him home so he could get on with his life. Unfortunately, he could almost feel his life slipping from him. For all he knew, he could be dead in two weeks, bled out in front of the Cornucopia. He didn't want to admit to himself how absolutely terrified he was right now.

He hadn't been expecting any more visitors, but he saw Lucina slide through the doorway, crying. He already knew why she was here, and she wasn't here to wish him luck and say goodbye.

"You want an ally for Dahl." It was a question. Casson knew she wanted it. When she nodded, he walked over and hugged her tight. "I'll look after him. Don't worry, okay? Two people can come home, so when I get him back here, you owe me." He laughed. It sounded fake, but luckily, Lu would understand that it was hard to bring humor to this situation.

"Thank you Cass. I can't thank you enough for this. I have faith in him, but it will be difficult no matter what. It'd be better if he had someone like you out there. You know he still sees you as family." Casson was glad to hear that. He'd been good friends with Dahl when he was with Lucina.

They'd have to stick together out in the arena.

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