Letters from Tributes

Dear Cato

         Dear Cato

         We really believed the Games would be fun.
         My whole family did.
         But we needed to ask ourselves this:
         What does it mean to kill someone?
         What if I don't make it out?
         What will my life become if I do make it out?
         No one ever thought about any of this.
         I forgive you for not saving me. It was my fault.
         I should've realised that hooking up before the arena was stupid.
        
         Your's sincerely, Glimmer.

          P.S. I've gotten to know Marvel more and he's really sweet.