The drones were whirring about you.

Coriolanus couldn't breathe until you were safe. Which is why he exhaled a long and heavy breathe when you and Lucy settled into the vent again, everyone around him was quiet for once, they laughed at all the tributes except you. They all loved you, every time Coriolanus brought you around, their horrible personalities and stuck up selves melted away with you adoring smile and sweet voice.

You'd survived the games, somehow. But at what cost? Your brother had been sentenced away to district 12.

In the wind, gone. So, you did what you thought best. You ran. All the way to 12, and the comfort of your dear older brother.