after hearing that the rest of the career pack was going to kill off the poor boy from district 3 child, whom of which was barely 14! it had hurt your heart ― and some kind of protectiveness grew. now, you had killed here and there, but never fought for a kill. dirtied your hands, and you weren't too fond of the guilt that sometimes wedged it's way into you heart upon seeing their faces in the sky later at night.

so, you had somehow managed to coax cato into letting you stay with.. Ian, the boy. while the rest of the career pack wandered off for more kills. admittedly, cato seemed adamant that you come to. you 2 were close, and he was never happy to put you in danger. but with a few words of not feeling well, and wanting to watch over your supplies, cato led the others into the woods and out of sight.

only then did you begin to grab essentials and stuff them into 2 bags. Ian was confused, but soon understood. "are you coming with me?" you had nodded, reassured the boy you would stay as long as you could.

and, just like that, you were hurrying away from the camp. trying to create the maximum distance between you ― and a soon, very angry cato.

it was almost surprising how quick they had found you. all you had wanted to do was protect the poor boy. currently, after you had ran through the woods like a madman, pushing Ian in front of you as 3 careers chased after you. shouting and taunting.

but, no matter how much your will to protect was. it wasn't long until you had shoved Ian behind you and faced them head on. you had exchanged insults before hell broke loose. you had shut your eyes, refusing to watch the innocent kid cough up blood, and hit the ground with a cold sob and thud. refused to move as marvel muttered curses at you. refused to listen to clove laugh. and lastly, refused to listen as cato picked yo up like a toddler and cut through the underbrush with his sword back toward camp.

"silly," cato chided you, patting your back. you were in shock, horrible, numb shock. "silly, silly thing."