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         "I'm in," Care declared as she finished her bread. And it felt good. Hopeful. She didn't really to last long in the arena. Sure she'd fight, probably kill. But the chances of her surviving... No, this was how she wanted to fight. By doing something rebellious. Defiant.
She lent forward slightly eager to hear what Amabelle had to say. Her mind reeled with the possibilities

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The bottle of blue liquid shimmered in Amabelle's hand. Tributes around the table began declaring their alliances.
Bunny took a drink of water with the hopes of easing her headache and delaying her response a moment longer. This was madness. Like she could talk. But she could see herself quickly being outnumbered in this decision and the forgetting serum felt like a vulnerability to her, ignorance was almost always a weakness.
And then there was Raziel. How he nonchalantly joined the conspirators. For the excitement? Surely he must have other motives. She enjoyed a bit of danger as much as anyone, but it usually involved a skilled opponent and a deadly weapon, nothing like this. But he was as much as an ally as she'd ever considered having in the games.
She set the empty glass on the table, watching a bead of condensation drip down the side rather than looking at the other tributes.
"I'm not going anywhere either."
She stabbed her silver fork into a piece of food and put it in her mouth. Despite the drink of water her mouth felt dry and the meat now seemed tasteless. Her gaze flickered to the other tributes and she put more food onto her fork.