HI!

Yes, this is the first author's note in this fanfic, mostly because I don't like begging for reviews and writing anything but the actual story.

However, its been pulled to my attention about a mistake in the last chapter. Here was the mistake, brought to my attention by a lovely reviewer:

"Quick question, you said "He stops, taking a deep shaky breath. I take one of
his hands in both of mine, squeezing it. He squeezes back, mustering up his
courage, I think."
But I thought his hands are gone? Did I miss something? :/"

I'M SO SORRY. Want to know why? Because I was changing it over and over because I didn't want Cinna to originally be missing his arms (however, I did decide to make him arm-less because it only fit better in the story). So yes, I had rewritten this chapter multiple times, changed it up, and now POOF.

catastrophy.

This chapter shall be edited shortly! But thank you so much for bringing this to my attention. As a consolation for you guys' patience, here was what I had originally planned for Cinna, who would have kept his arms:

"Then one day, when they saw me working on my blanket again, they dragged me out and took me into this terrible room. There was blood everywhere. None of it was mine. Fresh. Old. The walls, the floor." He's shaking now, and I hold on tightly to let him know I'm there. "They placed me on a table, locking me down with thick metal cuffs. I didn't fight. I learned a long time ago that fighting only made it worse. But I can't imagine anything worse than what they did next."

His trembling hands cannot be stilled as he whispers quietly now, his voice shaking.

"One by one, they brought them in. My mother. My father. Relatives. Distant ones even. But it didn't make it any better. No, the more they brought in, the more I thrashed. The more I cracked." He shakes his head, as if trying to expel the memories by that simple movement.

"They killed them all. One by one. They took long, cruel knives and drove them anywhere they could reach. Anywhere they thought would cause the most pain. It took minutes, maybe hours, for them to die. But they would all be screaming on the floor, calling out to me."

I want to cover my ears. The images he's conjuring right before my eyes are horrifying. The experience must have been exponentially worse.

"Their blood covered the walls. If I thought the room was coated before, I was wrong. They left me in there with them. The dead. The dying. I was chained, unable to help to my abilities. They all died in front of me while I was fastened to that table." He shudders. "Its only when my mother, the last one, stopped moving when they came back in and pulled me out."

He looks at me then, with so much fear in his eyes I am sure he must see them every night as I see Prim. "I waded through their blood, Katniss. There was so much."

ANYWAYS, you guys can see why I took that one out (ITS WAY TOO GRUESOME). Sorry for the mistake, I will make my amends!

-V