Dean sat on the train heading to Panem and stared at the wall. He volunteered for his younger brother, Sam. He wouldn’t let his brother die on his watch. Dean kept his heart guarded and was closed off, but he always had a soft spot for you. Your eyes kept locking; but then he’d look away.

“You two are going to start training in two weeks.” Your mentor, Haymitch, said. “You two better like each other because you are all each other has out in that arena.”