The next time they speak is a year later.
Clove moves up a class. They all stare, shocked and confused and amazed, as this tiny eleven year old stands amongst fourteen year olds with muscles and height and confidence. She becomes the Queen of Knives, her words sharper and more cutting than her chosen weapon. Cato struggles with knives, however, and when a trainer pulls Clove aside to whisper in her ear, he already knows what it's about. She comes over to him, and says through gritted teeth - "we're training partners." He barks a laugh.
"You're crazy."