Rory wraps his arms around Prim. “We’ll be ok,” he promises, but they are tributes. Safe is the farthest thing from their existence now. Twenty-four will go into the arena and only one can come out. It is likely that the two sixteen-year-olds will be a part of the greater twenty-three. Unlike Katniss, Prim isn’t strong, isn’t a fighter. That had been the only thing that keep Cato from killing her, like he had Peeta.
"I don’t want to die Rory," she cries, and it feels as though the walls of the training center will cave in and crush her. She didn’t stand a chance at twelve when her sister had volunteered for her, and she still didn’t. There was no one to save her from the reaping this time, and it pained her to know that Rory would fight to keep her alive at his own expense. As it is the odds have never been in her favor.