My head hurts. And my leg.
So hang on. The Gamemakers sent in a bunch of rabid animals to hurt us? Wonderful.
You don’t know. The Careers could be ripping people’s heads off at the moment and we wouldn’t know. That’s enough entertainment for the Capitol.
Sure, believe whatever you want.
What’s wrong with that?
Something bad’s going to happen, five.
It’s so quiet.
Most everyone I’ve talked to at some point, I’m assuming. Clove, most specifically.
You’re alive and well. Proved everyone wrong.
I’m pretty sure she’s looking after Cato, so you have nothing to worry about. For now.
I am, yes. I’m still waiting for Cato to kill me, as he stated more than once.
// Kay will! :D
If you want, I can start one tomorrow? Unless you want to start?