“I feel so helpless.” Sejanus said with almost pain in his tone. “I can’t help him. He refuses to talk to me or even look at me.”

Strabo Plinth's son sat there, holding his face in his hands. During the annual Hunger Games, he always behaved like this.

He had a good heart and couldn't bear the thought of innocent children dying as entertainment for the Capitol. The punishment was unnaturally cruel. It was wrong.

And now the situation was even worse for him. This year, he was a mentor for the District 2 boy named Marcus. For a boy who had been his friend back in District 2.

Of course, Sejanus's father, Strabo Plinth, had arranged it that way. The father wanted his son to finally let go of his love for his former home District.

You had been friends with Sejanus since the beginning, even though he was originally from the District. You two shared a lot of views that would be classified as treason in the Capitol.

“He's a strong boy, he has more survival chances than most of the tributes.” You tried to assure him, putting your hand onto his shoulder.

Sejanus only sighed deeply and then hugged you. Trying to find comfort in the middle of this horrible situation.