You’d befriended Cato, somehow, while on the training centre. You didn’t know if it was skills or looks or because your district partner was a threat to them. But whatever the reasons, he was your friend.

However, on the first day in the arena, he was cold, distant.

You’d trailed along behind him that night to collect firewood and you tentatively asked what was wrong.

And he just…snapped.

“GO AWAY!” He bellowed. “I want you out of my sight NOW. Only one of us can live and I don’t want you making me weak!”