Snippet #1930942

Amabelle was busy filling her spoon with soup, but emptying it back into the bowl. She would have plenty of time to eat before the arena, but could not seem to fathom the idea of eating right now. When Spark came back and sat down at the table, as he filled his own plate, Amabelle nodded to him.

"They can't hear us talking at all?" she asked, just trying to make sure. She sighed and put down her spoon, and began to collect themselves.

"What I'm about to tell you could get us all killed," she said, "will get every single one of us killed if the Capitol finds out. So even if you're not with me," she cast a dark glance at the Careers. She knew they were going to be the most difficult to convince, "you're still going to die if you know anything about it. You think the Capitol will let anyone live who knows anything? So if you're wanting to leave, so you can not know anything... now would be the time." She pulled a small glass bottle from her pocket.

"My mother made this." she said and held it up. It glowed blue a little bit, "It's a forgetting serum, of sorts. This one, my brother gave me, for this. If you drink just a couple drops, you'll forget I'm saying anything right now, and you can go."

She watched the others for a long time, waiting for them to respond to her.

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Joseph sat at the eerily silent table for a long time, and ran his hand through his hair. He stared at his food, and thought hard.

On one hand, he could drink the serum, and forget she ever said anything, move on with the games as if he knew nothing. He could try his best to win; he had a good chance. He could go home and see his family again. Live in those big houses. Eat all the food he ever wanted. His eyes moved across the table, at each person until they fell on Diana. She would survive, if they kept going like nothing happened. And in the end, it would be their alliance group. He'd have to kill her.... he thought for a long time.

He couldn't do that.

"I'm in. I'm not going anywhere."