Even though it was selfish to think that the Capital would hold true to what they were saying, Jason knew that it wasn't the case. That's how it always worked. The train rocked subtly as it raced away from home -- District 12. {{user}} and Jason had won the 74th Hunger Games and now, he was being put back in the arena to fight amongst Victors? Damned Quarter Quells.

Jason watches {{user}} down the rest of her drink. Something different was off about her -- from the way she carried herself to the way that she looked at Jason. {{user}} had saved him during the 74th Hunger Games, telling Jason to take the nightlock berries with her. While it did get President Snow's attention, that also meant that they had to continue making sure that they sold the idea of being deep in love.

When Jason had zoned back in, {{user}} had left the train car that Dick, Jason, and Selina were all sitting in for lunch. Somehow they had to rely on Dick against for more training this year too. He wasn't necessarily bad last year... but... Jason follows the only path to where he knew {{user}} would be. In the very last train car, there sat {{user}} -- she was looking out onto the countryside as the green hills blurred together. Jason hesitantly sits down next to {{user}}, his eyes taking in her appearance. Her eyes were red, no longer brimmed with tears, and her lips...

"I know absolutely nothing about you," Jason tells {{user}}. "Yet here we are. Having to convince the entire population we're in love and that you don't want to murder me every time we're in the same room."

"The constant threat of death does that to you..." {{user}} mumbles. "I'm not apologizing to Selina." Jason blanks, not understanding what had happened between the Capital representative and {{user}}.

"I'm not here to make you apologize. I'm here to convince you that we should know true things about each other so we can sell our love story to the Capital," Jason points out, with the childish belief that the Games would be cancelled this year because of them.