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No matter what was happening around them, the fight in Katniss never seemed to be gone for long. Haymitch smiled softly as she spoke, sounding as though she had the world in front of her and nothing to regret. For a moment, the former Victor almost thought that this was going to be easy, and that he could get in, protect everyone and get out with minimal suffering. That false sense of security was dangerous, and Haymitch knew better to get caught up in fabrications of the future just because Katniss was putting on a brave face. That was his job, to reassure her, to make her feel like everything was going to be okay and he was failing miserably.

“I love you too,” Haymitch replied, wanting to reassure her that they were in this together and that he cared just as much as she did. It wasn't very like him to be so emotional, but Haymitch had never had anything to lose before. Eventually, Katniss had turned out the lights and the two did their best to catch a bit of sleep before the morning. It was a slow process, but eventually, he drifted off with Katniss still in his arms—and that was exactly where she belonged.

Getting to sleep that night had been stressful, and every time that Prim would start to relax, a new worry would suddenly flash into her mind. There was so much to consider, so much to manage and all of the anxiety that the blonde had been swallowing down since hearing of Peeta's plan was now keeping her occupied. In the darkness, Prim laid there with Gale and listened to his quiet breathing, she could see the slow rise and fall of his chest and his presence alone was reassuring. Gently, she traced her fingers over his skin and attempted to join the last few moments of peace they truly had together. After what felt like hours of stark alertness, Prim's eyes fluttered closed for the night.

It felt like she had just gotten to sleep when Gale was gently waking her, announcing that Peeta had come to see them. The blonde groaned tiredly and rubbed her eyes before sitting up, but her attention was entirely on the newest mentor. The finer details of the plan sounded simple enough, and Prim thought that it could easily be accomplished if they all stuck together. Finnick was someone that she trusted, as were Beetee and Wiress because Katniss seemed to like them so much, but Johanna was another story. Prim didn't vocalize that particular concern, or any others—it wasn't her plan to poke holes in.

“Thanks, Peeta,” Prim said once the blond had finished giving them their orders. “We'll see you out there.” 

Now that it was just she and Gale once more, Prim sighed and leaned back against the headboard of the bed. “How are we supposed to when it's noon?” she asked, trying to get those last-minute jitters out of the way. The toughest part was ahead of them, looking like they didn't know anything all the while trying to keep everyone alive. Staying together seemed imperative if she and Gale were going to pull off their part of the plan.

Exhaling sharply, as if to signal that she was ready for whatever the Capitol threw at them, Prim threw the covers back and turned to Gale. “I'm going to take a shower—try and wake up a little more.” It was still early, but attempting to go back to sleep wasn't an option. Prim slipped out of bed and turned back to Gale, but before leaving the room, she cupped his face in her small hands and gave him a kiss. “I love you, okay? Remember that and we'll be okay.” It was a reassurance for herself, but those three words needed to be said while there was still a chance. After, Prim left to get ready for the day.

Unlike Katniss, Haymitch hadn't even bothered to change for bed. He had still been in his suit pants and collared shirt when he'd fallen asleep and while the outfit wasn't the most comfortable thing he'd ever fallen asleep in, it certainly wasn't the worst. He was still coming to when Katniss's presence in the room forced him to open his eyes. Her hair was still wet from the shower, but she was already dressed for the Games. Haymitch made a face, thinking that the apparel from his year was much more appealing—at the very least, it had been much simpler. 

It was too early for a suggestion like that, and Haymitch scoffed as he sat up and threw his legs over the side of the bed. He was tired, the night had been hard on him, but he had just enough energy to function once things got started. “Isn't that what your sister's for?” Haymitch asked, having no intention to braid anything or ever learning how it was done. “Make her do it.” The girls had been braiding for one another since they'd arrived at the Capitol, and Haymitch didn't see why the task suddenly fell to him and his incompetent fingers.

Always surly in the morning, Haymitch left the room to get a shower and ready himself for the Games.

After taking a hot shower, Prim felt better and much more alert. She did her best to shut her mind off as she dressed herself in the tight, black fabric that had been laid out for her. It didn't look very comfortable just lying on her bed, but it was easy to move in and Prim was glad that the Capitol wasn't trying to kill them by keeping them still. Before leaving the room, the blonde took a few deep breaths and then headed out into the main area. She could already hear Effie tittering around.

“Morning,” she greeted the escort and Peeta with a measured smile. Effie's own expression was much of the same, a front to conceal how sad she was. Again, Prim tried not to focus on it as she sat down and took a plate of eggs. Her appetite wasn't much, but eating now was better than starving later that night. Taking a bite of the fluffy yolks, Prim looked up to see the others arriving to the table.
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