Alva had tears in her eyes now running down her cheeks. “I’m so sorry, I didnt want to do this, I swear.” She shook her before placing a hand on to of his. “Gem has to go home and I was scared if you were still around, you would get better and kill him. I wanted us to be okay, but I cant trust you.” She felt awful bringing up the word ‘trust’. He trusted her, they were in the middle of the games and he actually trusted her. She shook her head again, rubbing his arm. “I wanted to help you, I wanted to keep you with us as an ally but the possibility of you turning on us was weighing hard on my mind. I didnt want to hurt you, I didnt want to just kill you while you were hurting. I wanted to bring you here and at least have you comfortable.” She felt crazy, she knew sounded crazy but she is in the process of killing a human being. An innocent human being who didnt deserve this, someone with family and friends back home waiting to greet him when he gets back. “I-I’m sorry.” A tear fell off her face.
He was panicking; he couldn’t die here. He had to go home and take care of his father, of Savera. He had promised her he’d win for her. He suddenly remembered his token, and he pulled his hand back from underneath Alva’s, half registering what she was saying, but his mind was all over the place now that he knew that he was about to die. He reached inside his jacket, squeezing his hand through the other armhole, pulling the dull dark blue ribbon from his arm and balling his fist, holding it. ‘You just... d-did what you had to do,’’ he eventually said, feeling himself slip away. He had to lay down, his stomach hurt too much and he was too exhausted to care about sitting up any longer. He laid on his back, his face scrunching up in pain as the berries did their work in his stomach. ‘’Whoever wins... y-you or Gem, please m-make sure that Savera get this on the v-victory tour,’’ he said, opening his hand with the ribbon and holding it out to Alva. ‘’All I w-wanted was to...t-take care of...’’ He couldn’t finish his sentence, as his arm dropped to the ground and his head slumped to the side, his eyes open, but dull. He had broken his promise.










