"So dry..." The brunette is lying on the ground, panting in the heat. His throat is scratchy, lips chapped. "How could you, Mellark..." His eyes catch sight of a woman in the distance, seeming to drink water. Her hair is white, her figure tall, her clothes prim and proper. Was he hallucinating? "Miss!" He exclaims, desperate. She looks towards him and disappears. Just a mirage then. When would his suffering cease? "Please, just one sponsor..." he begs. "Just one..." A small bottle of water flies in. He greedily guzzles it down, but its not enough. Its never going to be enough. He lays down to sleep. "Maybe it'll all be over tomorrow. They'll need something new to keep them bastards in the Capitol entertained." Thorne thinks, muttering to himself. He never wakes up.
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