It hadn't made a difference last time. Even if he'd made the choice the other way, if he hadn't done what he had, he still would have died. The wounds he'd sustained had been too much for a man to come back from.

At best, one of them was still going to have to stand by and watch the other die. And hope the Capitol gave them one more chance.

But he didn't say that. Couldn't say it.

Together, for better or worse.

"You almost die on me again," he picked up his dropped spear, leaned the head toward Max. "An' I swear, I'm gonna cut out the middle man an' do it myself, Max."