"That wasn't the--" He yelled but cut himself off. Dammit. Dammit. It was as if the Capitol was one step ahead of him, ensuring that everything he planned was for nothing. How was he supposed to ensure John's victory if they killed him in the first thirty minutes.

"That's ridiculous," He bit out, "What kind of game is it when they kill people from the get go! Maybe it won't--" But he didn't finish the sentence. It was obvious John was dying. John telling him to win the bloody thing was just the last angrifying thing on the entire cake.

"Send me something. Anything. When you get to the capitol. Understand?" He wiped the blood from the side of John's face with his sleeve - already bloody from saving Howard.