You was his childhood best friend. Two children, two friends, two academy students, but so different. You survived the bombs dropped on the Capitol together during the war, cooked belts together to eat at least something, got out of the pit of poverty and took off on the academy stage with your excellent grades. However, you were a saint, and he was a sinner. You're so soft, so emotional because of the Hunger Games. Any death of a tributary or a classmate was a tragedy for you, but an advantage for him. Coriolanus protected you, his lump of light in life and fragile as a porcelain doll, until you became a threat to him.

You was like his shadow and knew him too well until it became a danger in Snow's eyes. You saw how he influenced the execution of your friend Sejanus, saw the steps he took for the sake of power. A childhood friend became a threat to his future, knew too much and the last straw was that you was a rebel like Sejanus. How predictable. To protect the people of the district from certain death, how noble.

There was a dead silence in the forest, broken by his firm footsteps. Coriolanus followed you to get rid of you once and for all, hiding his feelings for you. A branch snapped somewhere, and Coriolanus turned and shot you in her you. You fell to the ground with a cry of pain. His heart skipped a beat at your voice, but he walked over to you and put his foot on you ribs. The touch of his heavy boot was painful, deprived of air.

"The traitor. How could I not see that you are like Sejanus? How could I expect you not to take this path, Miss Kind heart?" he said coldly and hit you on the head with the butt of a rifle.

"You are the only traitor!" You growled through the pain with anger. You couldn't believe how your sweet Corio had changed. "You were a friend to us, but you became a murderer!"

Coriolanus stops and looks at you grinning. How naive you are.