One-shot on an important death. Like most of my fanfics, this is an often-used theme, but oh, well.

No, no, no, said the voice in Saylin's head. That was too loud, quieter next time. You can't afford for the girl to hear you.

Saylin picked at the cheese. It was creamy and rich. She licked it off her fingers, savoring the salt that she hadn't tasted in days.

Saylin, the voice said. Saylin identified it as the voice of her mentor, Joprina.

Remember, silence is key. Joprina had pushed that into Saylin's head in all possible ways. Silence is golden.

Joprina was her mother.

Saylin finished the cheese and looked at the few dark-violet berries in the palm of her other hand. She'd eat those later, when farther away from the girl. The boy was absolutely convinced that these berries weren't poisonous – he wouldn't try to kill his district partner, now that they could win together.

Saylin wished Quinn were still alive…she would team up with him right away.

Quinn…

She hadn't had a romantic interest in Quinn. Ever. But he was her best friend, anyway, and she was expected to take his death lightly? She'd sobbed quietly that evening. She realized that she might win sponsors by doing so, and had used aris leaves to keep her eyes red, like she had been crying.

You've always been smart, Joprina's voice said. Just use that intelligence.

There was a rustling just feet from her. Saylin froze. She heard the girl say something about restless rabbits and leave.

Saylin Vulley

I let out a long, quiet breath. I have no doubt that the girl will kill me on sight.

I begin walking away. My stomach rumbles.

Whatever, I think. I'll eat the berries now and get at her food again later.

I sit down. The girl's voice cries, "And you ate without me!"

"What? No, I didn't," the boy says, sounding bewildered.

"Oh, and I suppose the apples ate the cheese," the girl says. Why is she so mad?

"I don't know what ate the cheese, Katniss, but it wasn't me. Do you care for some berries?"

This leaves no doubt. The berries aren't poisonous. My instincts tell me this isn't a trap. I down them.

I hear the girl draw in a sharp breath. My vision goes foggy and I impatiently shake my head to clear it.

No, now I'm on the ground. How am I on the ground?

What is going on?

The world is spinning, very fast, very colorfully. I try stupidly to get up. A tiny, sharp cry escapes my lips. Then something happens – something happens – and my chest feels empty somehow. I know why.

My heart has stopped.

The last sound I hear is the cannon. I try to grab at a sight, but all I see is green.

Foxface. Poor girl. She didn't deserve to die.

Sorry if the dialogue in the story isn't right, I don't have the book with me and was relying on memory.