For Rue I look deep into her warm brown eyes, looking for a sign of life. I grab her hand, trying to hold onto her life for her. Her lips part to whisper one thing, "You need to win." Her lips remain open, a glaze creeping over her eyes. I squeeze her hand, I sing to her, I try and keep her. I kiss her forehead; I place the flowers in her hands. I show my sign of peace. I cry when they take her. I know only one thing now, on thing keeping my sanity. Her last words keep me sane. I only think of winning; winning for her, winning for Rue.
It's Not Annie I try and grab one of his hands, trying to keep it from clawing at his hair. I try and tell him it's alright. I try and tell him it's not her, try to sooth him. I try and do what he told me, I try and make him realize it. I want him to know it's not his Annie, not my Prim. I try and tell him it's Snow, I try and tell him it's just Jabberjays. He tries to listen, but her mimicked screams fill his ears. I try to wipe the mud off his face, keep his hands from digging into his hair. I try and keep him from going mad. I try and look him in the eye, tell him it's not real, tell him they've done nothing to her. I try and believe myself. I tell him to just try, try and push reality farther forward and the screams back. He tries to listen, but can't.