Dean nodded in agreement. He knew he wouldn't make it another full day in the arena, and since he also knew what awaited him, a mercy killing would be better than dying of starvation.

"I promise I won't kick your ass when you come back to the capitol. Go for it." In the last arena, his close friend chomped his head off, now an acquaintance was offering to 'set him free' of this miserable place, well, until the next arena came around, and he definitely appreciated it.