"What?" Blaine asked, thinking that only Ian could hear him over the rain. "That voice... He won last time. Why is he here?" He frowned, uncertain. He wasn't entirely aware that Victors were in this Arena, he hadn't run into any and the opening has been so hectic for him he hadn't really noticed.

"The Marshal though... He's a good guy. He won't... He won't let the other one hurt us. I don't think." Still, there was real fear in his face and his eyes. He hadn't forgotten what it was like to die by Maximus's hand.

The tail end of his sentence was caught up in a moment where the rain had quieted a bit. It was still storming, but it seemed like there was a radius around them that muted just a bit. It was probably the Gamemakers, or just Blaine's bad luck.