I looking at the others reactions, I can tell I wasn't welcome. The weren't going to treat me well, and thy planned on killing me. Well, two could play at that game!
"Honestly, I don't know why I even bother going to stations with others. I mean, we will be killing each other, won't we? I hate to say it though." I look at the ground as if I truly am sad.
"I can only hope I stand a chance, just like the rest of you. I know my chances are quite slim. 1:24. And my mentor doesn't have enough time for me . . ." That I know Mason can't help, but I have to blame someone for Kennelly ignored. My fellow Dostrict 5 tribute was a pretty sad sight, and she would need much more help than I.
Still, it Saab a nice feeling knowing she was getting better training then me. Trying to kill others. Me.