For a second, Zane might have thought he had said something wrong. He wasn't sure what he could have said that was wrong but since she was quiet, he had thought that. Though, the thought had vanished as quickly as it came. For one, she didn't have to reply and he didn't have to care even if she didn't. And even, they had a lot on their mind. Just because he was in a talkative mood, wanting to pour out his heart, didn't mean anything. Damn, did they have a lot on their mind. He didn't want to go into these Games. Careers, they were suppose to want this. They were suppose to go in with a twisted grin and blood-thirsty eyes. They were suppose to be excited for the chance to shed as much blood as they could. They were suppose to be ready to become a Victor.

But Zane, he didn't feel any of that. He just wanted to leave. He didn't want to be a part of these horrible Games. He's seen too many families in District 2 be broken down from these Games. He didn't want that for his family. Even though it looked like District 2 only bred hateful killers, they all actually really cared for each other and when a Victor fell, it was some of the saddest moments for the District. They always held some type of gathering for a fallen Victor. A funeral, of sorts, but less formal. They were always depressing. He wondered what a gathering for him would be like. That thought wasn't helping his current feelings.

He didn't want to die. He didn't want his family to see him go down in blood, to see him sliced up or stabbed or shot with an arrow or something just as horrible. Thinking about it made him slump against the wall, his eyes still searching for stars, at least one star. Something that reminded him of home but alas, the Capitol even managed to take the stars away from him. He couldn't die. He couldn't do that for his family. He couldn't allow them to go through the pain of planning the gathering. Of trying to decide what food to serve. Of trying to get through people's sympathy with watery smiles. No, he couldn't allow that. He had to win. That's the only thing he could do.

Right? It's not like he could run away. That was impossible. The Capitol was suppose to have this place locked down tight. Or that's what they wanted you to believe, at least. He wondered what it would be like to escape. To slip through the city, get out, and hide out somewhere. He couldn't hide in his District, that's the first place they would go once they realized he wasn't in the city. They'd search high and low for him. Maybe the woods. He was taught to live in the wilderness, even though he didn't really pay attention to those classes as much as he should have. The lowest score he ever got was in wilderness training. He knew it'd come in handy but it just never caught his interest.

He was so caught up in his thoughts, the thoughts of him getting away and being able to live, that he had forgotten about the pretty girl next to him. He casted a glance at her and wondered where her mind was at. The curiosity he had about Scarletta hadn't died down any. He let out a sigh, scanning the roof, instead of having to stare at the blank sky. It was just depressing. "Would you run away if you could?" it was a stupid question. He hadn't thought about it and just let it slip, like he did often before. Of course she would. Of course he would. Of course anyone would but a normal Career that wanted this. It was a stupid question but at least it was an opening for another conversation, at least he could get a bit more of his feelings, his heart, out.