She'd held the hands of too many dying friends in the arena. This was the last one, she swore to herself, it was the last one. She brushed away the hair on his face a moment after he went still, leaning and pressing her ear to his chest.

No beating, and her fingers on his neck said the same story. Nothing. He was gone. She lifted her head, running a hand over her face with the fingers coming back wet. She couldn't remember crying, but she must have.

"I'll see you later, kid." Cindy smiled sadly, leaning down and pressing a kiss to his forehead before getting back up. Time to go.