Instead of celebrating, as I thought he would, he carries on eating his half of the rabbit. Although he fails to admit it, I can tell by how slowly he is eating that he feels rather guilty for killing Foxface. I remember once again how guilty he looked after shoving me into the vase, he was just trying to make a point that it wasn't true. He looks up at me, he has teary eyes which twinkle. I sit down beside him and put an arm around his shoulder.

"I didn't even know her," he cries, "maybe she has family who wondered if she actually had a chance in these games, that one day she might really come back."

Then I could almost hear Heybich whisper in my ear, "romance", and so I looked at him and squeezed him tighter.

"She would have died in a much more brutal way, had it been Baito. Even if we had died, Baito would've eventually found her, and then that would be the end," I put my head on his shoulder, "all there is, is Baito now. We can't do anything about it, it wasn't you fault she died. She was the one who stole the berries, and she had a knife, she would have killed us when we went to sleep."

He puts his arm around me, "but, I am not sure I can even kill Baito. I am not good at this, Fatniss. You should have left me to die, I am worthless."

"No, you aren't," I say, "you saved me. I would have died from the feast in my sleep if you hadn't fed me and heated me up."

"If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have gone to the feast."

"Oh, if only you knew."

This was my cue to kiss him lightly. It's not quite as long or as beautiful as our last one, but still truly wonderful. It lasts for about twenty seconds, until we let go. I smile at him.

We will have to battle Baito soon, so eventually, if we don't battle against him soon, the Gamemakers will get bored and find some way of bringing us to the same place as him. I want to make sure it will be hard for them to do it. I go outside and scoop up water, little by little, and before you know it, we have four full litres of water. I filter them all, so they won't think of doing this by removing our water supply, which I know they did in the last Hunter Games, but the tribute didn't give in, so there was no battle in the end, so the Gamemakers were made fun of. They killed his entire family.

I realise I have to be careful, one small thing against the Capeetol can have Dim dead, they are that evil, they could kill my little sister in a long, dreadful death or by aimlessly swiping a knife. I then also realise that if Baito gets Feta and I, he'll murder us in his own special way, I will not make people watch that. We have to kill him, no matter the costs.

We need a plan. We go outside, I find a long twig with a sharp edge, and we note down Baito's weaknesses and strengths.

"Strength is the first thing that comes to mind." I say to him immediately after we sit down. "He is very powerful and can kill someone with his bare hands."

"Then cunning," Feta says, "when I was, "allies", with him, he could trick anyone into doing as he said, all so he could lure them into a big trap and kill them."

I remember this, and suddenly turn on him, "then why did you join them?" I ask sourly.

"I had to protect you. Baito was after you, I was the one who convinced him not to kill you in the Mournodopia, that you had gotten a one in training and that it was a waste of time."

"HOW DARE YOU?"

"It was for the best, sweetheart, I did it for us."

There is no point in arguing with him, I realise. Even though, I may not have come to nurse him in the first place had I known he had said all that! I suppose, he hadn't really meant it, he just didn't want anything to happen to me. The audience is really loving the romance too, rumour has it in the arena is that part of the reason they made it so we could survive together is because someone collected a petition of ten thousand signatures and handed it over to the Gamemakers.

"He is also very smart with battle strategies." Feta says. "His plan was that while you were in the tree in the morning, he would grab a long stick and use it to detach the sleeping bag from the twig."

"Wow. Okay, then." I note it down. "Now let's go on to weaknesses!"

"You've seen him climb, surely?"

"Oh, yeah, rubbish! He also doesn't have the best... endurance."

"His high-pitched scream is so loud, all of the dogs stop to listen. Only, our human hearing can only hear so much, so most often no one does."

I pictured the baby scream he had performed when the tracker-jacker nest fell on his face. And then realise, the next day may be the day when we will have to either kill or get killed by Baito. We might be able to use his climbing weakness as an advantage.

Be prepared, Fatniss.

A lot is going to happen tomorrow.

It will either be the worst or best day in your life.

I wet my pants just thinking about it.