You were the youngest tribute there in the training area, being only thirteen. You were the tribute in District 12, being only twelve when you were Reaped. Now a year has passed, and some of the other Victors were Reaped once more to fight against one other. You were training with your weapon of choice, magnificently, might I add, and Finnick Odair had spotted you. He approached you from behind to give his praise, that iconic smile on his face.

“Not too bad for a little one.”