But here I can't be certain that I'd be the one to get to you first. It's such a change from everything he'd heard from others until this point. Most seemed loners of some strain or another, not willing to make friends or stick around for long enough to have to kill someone they knew and liked. Just the thought of potentially having to kill Hawkeye, the doctor standing just a few short feet away, who had offered his help if he were near.

Kili paled and continued investigating the diorama with false interest, fingers lifting bits of armor this way and that and trying not to think too much about the future.

"You're not useless," he says as if he really knew the doctor, knew anything more than his name, that he's claustrophobic, that he wants to help people but he's stuck in these Games. A doctor was as valuable as any number of bowmen and he feels a little stupid so dressed up in heavy armor, with knives stuck every which way, complete with the naive hope that he could walk out of this unscathed. " 've never really thought about it. What dying would be like."