you had won the games. you and cato, of course. it was all a blur near the end, after you had fought katniss and she had nearly had gutted you. now, sitting in the capitol's hospital ― cato on one side of you, grasping your hand ― and you mentors on the other.

they were angry. both your mentors, and cato's. not only were you both from two completely different districts, but never had there been 2 people winning the games. Brutus, cato's mentor was currently loosing his shit.

"you - snow will be enraged! you could have easily killed them!" before he paused, and gave a sorry look that was merely half - assed to your own mentor, haymitch. whom of which was equally as angered, and was now offended as well.

before brutus could get another word in, cato was snapping back, fighting fire with fire. "- me and {{user}} are alive because we love each other, you asshole! it - it's not the fake crap you think it is, i love them!" he shouted, his voice echoing painfully in the small room. making you already sensitive ears burn a bit. "i. love. them!" his hand grasping your hand gave a reassuring squeeze as he went head to head with his mentor.