It wasn't long before the train arrived at the Capitol. Brutus and Enobaria, the mentors went to fetch Clove and Cato. They saw Clove first. After asking if she knew where Cato was, she directed them to her room where they found him laying on his face. Clove helped to shake him awake.

Cato groaned.

"Oww. Why am I in here?" He muttered and looked up at Clove. He glared at her slightly.

"You got drunk and tried to make out with me." Clove explained, trying to smile.

"Come on, let's get you out of here boy." Brutus said as he offered Cato a hand.

Cato ignored Clove and pulled himself off the ground, not wanting help from anyone.

Clove watched as Cato got himself up. He'd changed so much overnight. Because of her.

They were escorted out of the train and to the remake centre, to get ready for the chariot rides.

Cato was silent as the prep team got him ready.

Clove, already holding back tears, screamed in agony as the prep team waxed her and cleaned her skin. It was painful. She wondered if her death would be as painful as this.

* * *

It finished and she waited patiently for her stylist to arrive.

Cato had been injected with this stuff that stops facial hair from growing, he rubbed his neck and frowned, waiting for his stylist.

It seemed like years to Clove until he finally walked in.

"Hi, my name is Kaiden and I will be your stylist." He didn't wait for Clove to reply, but instead handed her an outfit and instructed her to dress. She did. The prep team returned to do her make up, before showing her what she looked like in a mirror. She stood up to see.

She was a golden gladiator with scales. That was her first impression. And even though they had done her make up, she looked no different. She walked out of the room and was escorted to her chariot. Her face betrayed no emotion. She didn't want the crowd to see how she really felt.

Cato jumped up and stood away from Clove, he wasn't too nervous.

Clove looked at Cato, he seemed perfectly fine. She tried to hold her head up higher, to show the audience she was ready.

The chariot started moving.

* * *

The crowd roared.

Cato held his head high; no smiling, above it all. Pretending there were no one around.

Clove looked at the audience, waving occasionally when people noticed her. But they seemed to have their attention on something else. Something behind her...

Turning her head she saw the district twelve tributes on fire. She was being upstaged by district twelve. How many rejections would she have to suffer?

Cato saw the District Twelve and gritted his teeth; even more pissed.

Clove stood, staring at the district twelve as the chariot came to a stop. She looked at the screens. All of them were showing the district twelves. Snow began his speech.

Cato wasn't listening, he looked around at the other tributes. Giving some of them death glares and snarky smirks.

Cato was standing to his side of the chariot, far from Clove.

Finally Snow's speech stopped. Clove looked back at Cato. She wished that he could love her like he used to, in these the last weeks of her life.

Cato couldn't wait to get off the chariot.

Clove held back tears. Cato didn't care about her. She read from the expression on his face that he just wanted to get as far away from her as possible. She couldn't believe it had come to this...