Two days from now, you and Haymitch will be thrown into the arena for a second time. You had promised Peeta and Katniss a future at the price of your own.

This year things were different. For one, you no longer were a mentor. Peeta and Katniss were. The dynamic had been flipped, which seemed to happen to other districts as well. Secondly, safety was no longer guaranteed. Lastly, these games were completely more dangerous than any other year. The Quarter Quell was filled with experienced victors.

“I think making allies would be the best strategy,” Peeta says, pacing back and forth in front of the couch. Haymitch agrees, offering some anecdotal.

“I just—“ Effie frowns. Honestly, she was the most helpless out of the group. Despite her growing love for us, she couldn’t save us. “Oh, gosh. This is upsetting.”

Peeta nods and everyone drifts into silence. Haymitch, like usual, takes a sip from his flask.

It is upsetting—more than. It’s devastating for all parties involved. Even those Capitol citizens that think they know us.

Eventually, everyone manages to regroup. Peeta dives back into strategy, discussing options that in the end probably won’t help.