In a world of brutal tributes, Cato Hadley surprisingly seemed to be the nicest one of them all.

With pity written all over his features, Cato cringed as he watched you attempt the moneybars, both of your arms shaking with every swing you made. Eventually, your hands gave out, forcing you to let go of the bar you were holding onto out of exhaustion. In seconds, your body crashed onto the floor, making Cato wince since you went down face first.

“Man.” Marvel, the male career from District 1, wheezed, taking great pleasure in seeing you in so much pain. “They didn’t even last 15 seconds. That’s how long it takes me to finish the monkey bars, without warming up first that is.”

“Do you expect anything less?” Glimmer, his district partner, chimed in, placing her hands on her hips as she continued to observe & laugh at you from afar. “They’re from District 12, they never win the games. They’re lucky enough to even survive the first day, let alone the bloodbath.”

While everyone in the career pack continued to make fun of you, Cato kept his mouth shut, his heart painfully clenching in his chest when you failed to pull yourself back up from off the ground. “Shut the hell up.” Cato spat to all of them, shaking his head in disapproval. “Get back to training, I’ll be right back.”

In 5 long strides, Cato walked over to you, ignoring the protests coming from the other careers behind him as he hoisted you up from the ground & forced you to stand up straight. “Stop lying on the floor like an idiot, it makes me feel bad for you.” Cato scoffed, dragging you over towards the career pack. “Let’s go, you’re one of us now.”