Michelle smiled, looking at Amaranth. Helping people out, learning them things and help them to stay alive. Now, that was something she wouldn't mind doing at all, it was so much better than killing people or dying without having done even one good thing. Sure, by helping other tributes they possibly did the last thing the Capitol wanted them to. They would be helping people they should slaughter, showing kindness instead of the bloodlust the Capitol wanted them to show. But to Michelle, that only made the idea sound better. She looked at Amaranth, still smiling. "Helping instead of killing... Sounds like we're going to do the exact thing they don't want us to." She said, shaking the girl's hand.

When she brought up the parade and what she had done, Michelle was remembered about her own actions as well, and rubbed the scars on her arm, covered by her district uniform, feeling guilty herself too. "You're not the only one who made mistakes during the parade. Those scars... they're no signs of toughness or whatsoever, and the person who gave them to me regrets it every single say. Now he saw them on a screen and was reminded of what he did and all of Panem could see, just because I thought I could use them in my advantage. I never should've showed them." She said, after which she was silent. Not only had seen all of Panem the scars, but if she would tell the truth during the interviews, everyone would know what her father had done, and everyone in district ten would know it, see her father every day and blame him. He didn't deserve that. When Amaranth brought up that it was lunch time, she nodded and walked towards the cafeteria.

*

Alice let out a soft and nervous sigh. She didn't want to be alone during the games, she wanted someone at her side. But she knew that regardless of why she wanted that, she would have to talk with someone first. The thought was terrifying to her, having no idea what to say or do, and she panicky tried to think as her eyes scanned the cafeteria, hoping she wouldn't screw up. She never talked with anyone unless it was necessary, with her brother being the only exception to that. She didn't even talk with her own parents if she didn't have to. So how exactly was she going to find company in here without failing miserably? She let her eyes rest on another lonely girl in the room, soon recognising her.

She couldn't remember her name, but she knew that the girl was from district one. She had been the one who said the rebels were meant to be put here, or something similar to that. With her brother, who wanted to be a rebel, Alice hadn't taken the comment lightly, but tried to forget it as she got up and walked to the girl. Everyone else was already making pacts, so maybe making a pact with this girl was Alice's last chance for company. The thoughts kept trailing through her mind as she walked over to the girl, until she came to a halt and took a deep breath, forcing the simple, yet to Alice so difficult words to say out of her mouth. "Do you mind if I sit here?"