I don't know what time it is when I leave the training room. The hallways are deserted; there are no signs of people anywhere. It's comforting, in a way. I feel like I can finally breathe again.

I trudge through the corridors in the direction of my room. My t-shirt is drenched in sweat and my hair is damp and dishevelled. The anger I'd felt earlier on had faded; I just felt drained. My muscles ached and my whole body felt heavy as I moved.

"Four?"

I'd been so oblivious to my surroundings that I hadn't realised I was no longer alone. My head snapped up and my hands reflectively tightened into fists at my sides. It was almost an instinct at this point; to always be prepared to fight.

Tris stood just a few feet ahead of me. She looked tired, defeated, almost. The dark circles under her eyes were more prominent than I'd ever seen them, contrasting harshly against her pale complexion. Her hair was pulled back from her face into a messy updo at the back of her neck, but a few loose strands had escaped and stuck out in different directions. But even now, something about her drew me in.

"You shouldn't be walking around alone at this time of night." The words came out much harsher than I'd intended. It almost sounded like I was reprimanding her.

"I know," she said matter-of-factly. "But I needed to know that you were okay."

I looked at her now. I really looked at her. I don't know what I was expecting her to say, but it wasn't that. There was a hint of vulnerability behind her eyes that I'd never noticed before. Had it always been there, or had I been too wrapped up in my own problems to realise?

"The games not over yet." The words tumbled out her mouth before I had chance to say anything else. "Eric said it's not over until he says it's over."

I curse under my breath. The anger from earlier came soaring back almost instantly.

Tris took a few steps closer to me. She was within reaching distance now, but she looked hesitant. "I'm still in," she said, offering me a small smile. It was if she had read my mind. It caught me a little bit off-guard.

I release I breath I didn't know I was holding. The relief was instantaneous.

"Good." I didn't know what else to say. I wanted to reach out and touch her. I wanted to tell her that everything was going to be okay; that I'd make sure of it. But I couldn't do that. I had little authority compared to Eric. It wasn't my choice who stayed and who had to leave.

"You should get some rest," I said, my gaze dropping to my feet. "You need to be at your best for tomorrow." There was bitterness in my tone, and I couldn't bring myself to meet her gaze. I felt embarrassed.

She nodded then, but didn't turn to leave. She looked like she wanted to say something else, but couldn't decide whether she should or not. I could feel my resolve beginning to falter.

"Come with me," I said, offering her my hand. "You can stay in my room tonight. It will be safer for you."

She shook her head, but there was a longingness in her eyes. "Four, I can't. We need to talk about what happened-"

"Not tonight." There was a finality in my tone. I didn't want to talk about what had happened today. There was a fog in my head that no matter how hard I tried, wouldn't clear. I needed time to process what had happened.

"Okay." She didn't challenge me. Instead, she took the hand I'd offered to her and shuffled a bit closer to me, and I let her. Tonight, we just needed the comfort of each other's presence.

We could talk about everything else tomorrow.

With the uncertainty of the next day hanging over us, we walked down the corridor, hand in hand, towards my room. For now, it was enough.