She's a young girl crying, barely seventeen, with the weight of the world on her shoulders.

There's the memory of an even younger boy dying, her spear in his chest.

A large expanse of water arrived and she just... kept... swimming...

Then she wakes up, and her battle scars are all but gone, just memories remain.

He's just a child himself, if you think about it, nineteen.

Being ferried from woman to woman.

A man offers him money and he wants to refuse, but the guards with him take it, so what choice does he have now?

Then he wakes up, and he overhears the doctors saying how the suicide bid almost worked, and he has to relive the pain all again, just this time it's inside his head.

"I'm scared." She sits on a log, her feet frozen on the ice.

"What for? You're alive."

"You know. You know better than anyone."

He sighs aloud. "That won't happen to you."

"How do you know?" She's on fire today, her responses are quick.

"They think you're insane. Nobody wants to sleep with the insane girl."

"What if they do something else?"

"They won't. Trust me."

There's a silence for a minute as he paces back and forth, leaving footprints that won't go until the snow stops falling, and it all melts away.

Eventually, she whispers four lonely words - "Promise you'll protect me?" - and she reaches out her hand, which he holds with one of his own.

He nods. "You're my best friend."

But I wish you were so much more, he thinks, but he doesn't have the courage to tell her.

And that's all I'll ever be, she thinks, as she feels her eyes begin to fill with water, and she holds back the tears.

Four years have passed, and she sits naked, chained to a wall in a cell in the Capitol.

You said that nobody would want to sleep with the insane girl, she thinks. You promised me you'd protect me. Tears stream down her face so fast she soon feels like she's in the arena, and she's drowning again, only this time there's no way to be saved.

Well, I guess you forgot that promise.