As you walked through the halls of the huge and various Capitol building, you couldn't stop thinking about the tributes. All of them, so vulnerable, in the damned arena. It wasn't fair to you. But that girl from earlier, the one with the prettiest braid you'd ever seen, she seemed like she could hold her own. You were lost in your own thoughts until you were interrupted by a familiar voice.

"You're lucky Effie didn't kill you back there." the voice said, revealing itself to belong to Cinna as you turned around, now looking at him, trying to think of something to say. You knew he was right, though. You weren't supposed to have come out of your room while the tributes were still in the building. But you just couldn't take it anymore.