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"I believe we are our brother's keeper." -Stephen Dyer

(Keeting Leona POV)

I'm still numb. The sacrifice Kyle has made for me is huge, and even as close as we are, unbelievable. He holds on to me as we're led to the justice building, the shocked murmuring of the crowd fading behind us. It's unprecedented what he's done, and while I'm sad that he's possibly giving up his future for me I can't help but be thankful that I won't be facing the arena alone.

I'm jolted from my thoughts when the Peacekeeper escorting us started to direct Kyle into another room. Kyle simply tightens his hold me, refusing to go into the room.

"Can we please have a room together?" he asks "Only our Father is coming anyway, to see us off."

The Peacekeeper looks at him coldly and says, "There are no exceptions to the rules and where you're going you'd best remember that." With this final statement Kyle is ripped from me as I am pushed into an adjacent room. It's cold, dank and dimly lit. I don't sit and the chairs look uncomfortable anyway. The door opens behind me and I spin thinking irrationally for a second that it is the Peacekeeper coming to get me. Instead I see my Father. I immediately rush to him. He holds me tight, whispering "You'll be okay" over and over in my ear. When he lets me go his grief makes him look like he's lived a thousand lifetimes.

"Dad, if-if we don't come back will-will you be okay?"

"No, but I'll try and survive it."

He hugs me again and this time when the door opens it is the Peacekeeper there to escort my Father out. And I am left very much alone.

(Kyle Leona POV)

I can tell by the look on my Father's face that he's already been to see Keeting. I haven't seen him look this lost since Mom died 6 years ago. He sits down in the armchair across from mine.

"Dad I'm sorry but Keeting is my best friend and I couldn't-"

"It's okay, son. And I just wanted you to know that I'm okay with the decision you've made to go in with your sister." He pauses for a second before adding, "And I'm really proud of you for it."

"Really, Dad?"

"Yes. It's the bravest thing I've ever seen anyone do. And District 11 will remember you forever for it."

"Thanks Dad. I'm going to miss you."

"I'm going to miss you too, Son. Try your best to get home."

"I will." He gets up and hugs me tight. When the door opens the Peacekeeper who pushed me away from Keeting is there to lead my Father out. With a last look over his shoulder my Father exits the room. When I'm led out into the hall I immediately sweep my surroundings for Keeting and spot her instantly, although she's not hard to miss in the bright yellow we're both wearing.

Her eyes are still rimmed red but she looks better than she has since her name was selected in the reaping. We never leave each others' sides as we are escorted from the Justice Building, threw the throngs of people- from District 11 and Capitol reporters and camera personnel-and onto the train.

(Keeting Leona POV)

Once we step inside the train it's evident that this is not a place for those whom like Kyle and I are used to the vineyards, orchards, fields and hard work of District 11. The sharp edges and gleaming, immaculate surfaces could only belong to the Capitol. Lucky and Austin, our mentor, are both sitting in the dining car waiting on us.

Lucky noticed us first. "Come in, come in you guys! Lunch will be ready soon!" Kyle and I proceeded to sit across from them just as the first course is served. The food looks more appealing than anything I've ever seen and smells just as good. Our Father has an okay job as a vineyard manager but we still have to try and make everything we had last. The meal consists of over 3 different meats and vegetables and fruits cooked and done up in ways I've never seen before. We've barley started eating when Lucky begins a conversation with Kyle.

"That was just so sweet what you did for her! The sponsors will love it and hopefully it will help us a lot. I'll be sure to play it up for you." Lucky says.

"It was brave, sweet and stupid, I think you mean Lucky," Austin interjected "What do you plan on doing, Kyle, if you two are the final tributes standing?"

Kyle swallows hard looking not dissimilar to a mouse caught in a trap. It's obvious that he was hoping this would come up later and judging by the side glace he spares in my direction, preferably when I wasn't around. He responds anyway.

"I'll kill myself and she wins." He answers quietly.

"Kyle!" I shout, almost choking "You can't do that and I refuse to let you!"

"Doesn't change the fact that I'd do it; you're my twin sister and my best friend. Where would I be without you?"

"And where would I be without you, Kyle? What would Dad think if you just off'd yourself to save me?"

"He'd be sad but he'd respect my choice to do so."

I can tell by the look on Kyle's face that I won't win this one and I decide to not push this issue further for the moment. So everyone lets the subject drop along with me but I can still see Austin critical gaze searching us. Lucky simply tries to get back on topics that are meaningless to everyone but her, without success.

(Kyle Leona POV)

I knew Keeting wouldn't take that well. I was hoping that it would never have to come up, but thanks to Austin it did. For the rest of the meal' and as we sit waiting for the Reaping Recap program to come on, I mentally curse him from Hades and back and to Hades again.

"And where would I be without you, Kyle?"

I knew it would affect Keeting worse than anyone else if I died. We were it for each other. Neither of us had any other friends, and no other living family except for our dad. I thought back to all the days we spent together running everywhere and driving people up the wall. The train jolted and shook me out of my reverie. That was then, this is our now. Heading to the Capitol where only one person could reverse this journey. If she lived, Keeting would just have to learn how to get on without me. I'd find some way to talk sense into her later.

The television was wired to come on as soon as the program started. The Capitol's anthem blared from the screen and the well constructed streets of District 1 came into view. I hated their male tribute straight off. He seemed overly cocky and a general pain in the ass besides. The girl almost looks like she could be related to Keeting and me, except for the green eyes. The District 2 guy was huge. I secretly hoped that I never came across him. After that all the faces become a blur as my mind goes into overdrive. Most of the boys, excluding the ones from 4, 5, 8, and 10 are bigger than me, but even the boy from 4 has more muscle than I do. Keeting seems to compare similarly to all the girls and I can't help but be worried. I sneak a peek at my sister, who is staring at the commentators on the screen wide eyed. I wipe any hint of fear off my own face. I can't frighten her after all; I am my sister's keeper. So I try and make her laugh. I nudge her with my elbow before saying, "This is nothing but an adventure and we're good at those remember?" She smiles and laughs before turning back to the screen to catch the last bit of the recap. I can see some of the fear leave her eyes. The night is young so we stay up a bit, and I shove my pride and ask Austin what Keeting and I should expect when we get to the Capitol in the morning. The answer seems to be an extreme makeover for the Tribute Parade which Keeting actually gives the impression of being excited for. I go to sleep with my head buzzing with faceless stylist, boys taller than trees swinging swords, and plans filled with my own determination to save my sister.

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