There wasn't any way Daniel could run over to the Cornucopia in time. They've obviously gotten this down to a science; quick, efficient and the bodies were taken into the craft, and then it was lifting back up into the air. Dust whirled up from under it as it rose, and after a delay, wind whipped at Daniel and the Tribute kneeling behind him, tangling at their hair and sending dust stinging into their eyes.

Daniel held up a hand tinged with the other Tribute's blood to shield his eyes. Behind him, and it was jarring, especially after how the guy had been talking before, an almost droned prayer came out, heavy with a Southern accent. Daniel followed the path of the craft until it disappeared into the clouds. The wind settled down. All that was left was the blood and the emptied Cornucopia as any sign that people had just died. The clouds continued rolling as if they hadn't been disturbed.

He didn't count himself as heavily religious, but even Daniel echoed that "amen", though he turned at the voice. Daniel stopped short, wondering at the sudden puppet or the fact that the other Tribute's playing with it. Was he all there?

"No, it hasn't been right for a long time. Are you alright?" Not alright as in the physical sense. It was clear he wasn't, but Daniel's eyes went again to the puppet, uneasily.