You and the other victors were to ride in your chariots in front of the Capitol. And you felt sick. You couldn't believe this was happening again. Here you were again, in another fancy dress, in another wobbly chariot, in front of another screaming crowd. You just had less chances this time. You couldn't breath. The world was spinning around you. You were either going to throw up or pass out when a voice suddenly calms you. You see Finnick standing over you. Eyes intelligent and gentle. He looks at you curiously and then opens his palm. Inside is a little sugarcube. He smiles and offers it to you. "Sugarcube? They're for the horses but we should take everything sweet we can get...right?"