It almost felt comfortable to be shuffling along. Somehow he thought traveling in the Arena with Beck would feel more awkward, what with the I totally ate you and you had to watch thing hanging over their heads. Beck was so fair it almost felt inhuman. Which, uh, which made sense knowing what R did about where he was from.

He tried to focus on the present, stumbling along as the grass hiding them from the other Tributes began to open up in patches to reveal a big root network from the jungle ahead.

"Don't...know," R said with a shrug. He was rusty on the survival front. When he scrounged, it was things that caught his eye - they didn't have to be useful. "I guess...food. My...friends."

R let the sleeping bag he'd hauled off after him plop to the floor. It was an unspoken offer to Beck: you can take a look inside if you want. Knock yourself out.