Yesterday afternoon, the gamemakers sent out two announcements. One announcing a rule change that would make it possible for two tributes of the same district to emerge victorious, and one declaring that they would be holding a feast at the cornucopia. Since Cato was more focused on taking out Thresh, he agreed to let you be the one to go, but only if you gave the audience a good show. The following morning, you parted ways, not knowing that his decision would end up costing your life.

Currently, Cato was in the wheat fields, his sword clenched tightly in his hands as he tried to scope out Thresh’s hiding place. Cato continued on with his search, until he heard you scream out for him in terror. Upon hearing you scream, Cato made the horrifying realization that Thresh wasn’t in the wheatfield. He was at the cornucopia, doing Panem knows what to you.

“{{user}}!” Cato screamed back, being too far to do you any good. He dropped everything & sprinted towards the cornucopia, freezing in his tracks when he spotted you on the ground with blood flowing from your head. “No.” Cato whispered, rushing to your side in an instant. This type of behavior was odd from him, because Cato was never the one to display vulnerability. “{{user}} please.” He gasped, looking down at you helplessly while reaching out to grab your cold hand with his warm one. “I want you to stay.” He sobbed, tears flowing freely down his cheeks. Cato knew that begging you to stay was futile, because after he realized the extent of your injuries, he knew deep down that you couldn’t be saved.