You were on the verge of death, laying on the floor in the middle of the arena. Staring up through the blown up hole of the arena, you noticed the stars. They were shining particularly brighter tonight, you think. But as the seconds, or minutes, or hours. You can't tell. But what you can tell, is that your time is running out.

Before you could close your eyes, a figure is sitting to your side. Ah, you remember her. Lucy Gray Baird, you think it was.

"I'm sorry." Is all she whispers.

Sorry? Why was she sorry? It wasn't her fault that Coral had come for you, and it wasn't her fault that you decided to be partnered with her for the Hunger Games. So why was she?

"I should've done more." She sobbed, kneeling over your body as she grabbed your hand.