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When the kids had gone to bed only Haymitch, Effie, Cinna and Portia were left on the table. The former two had stopped bickering long enough to notice that since the tributes had left neither of the stylists had said a word.

"What is it with you two not talking?"

Of course Haymitch would have to ask. While he certainly had his surprisingly insightful moments he had been unable to understand either of them from the beginning. Portia found her hand straying to Cinnas and touching it for a small moment. Silent conversation that none but them understood. They did not need words between them but sometimes thoughts needed to be voiced. Cinna grabbed her hand and held it in his.

"Twenty-three children will die."