I'm sorry.
It's slow and painful as I feel the mutts tear at my face, feet, hands...anything that is visible. Why couldn't they go away? Why do they have to make me suffer? Why can't it all just stop? It isn't until I see Katniss pulling the string back that I understand the answer.
Revenge.
I begin to think back about all the other tributes I had personally killed. I choke back a sob when I realize that I don't even remember all of them. I'm a monster, aren't I?
Time slows as the tribute from District 12 releases the arrow. Each face flashes for a brief moment in front of my eyes, and a deep, dark feeling of regret settles in my stomach. I know that I will not be going home, and I realize that I'm fine with that. I don't deserve it.
As the arrow gets closer, and time seems to start to speed up again, I glance towards the sky and say a quiet prayer to all those I had killed, for I will be joining them soon.
"I am sorry."
Well, another side to Cato. Shorter than the other 3, but I felt that it got the point across. What makes Cato so appealing to me is the complexity of the layers he has, and so I came up with this. A regret sort of thing instead of... "I know I should have won." I decided on this because I think some of us forget that he's only a teenager still...he's not all bad.
This is a lot different than the first two, so it's not to one specific person, but more to the tributes of the 74th Hunger Games.
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