You and Coriolanus were currently walking through the woods up to the hidden cabin. You both were planning on running away together to live on your own without worrying about The Capitol or the districts. But as you guys were walking, Corio just seemed off….

“It was only three.” Snow says, and you stop, only knowing of two that he killed. “Who was the third?” You ask. “I know the boy in the arena and Mayfair. Who’s the third, Corio?”

“My old self.” He says, not super convincingly.