It'd be easier if they told us the rules. The objective.

[In the Arena, there was only one rule: Stay alive.

But every tribute knew it. They understood what they had to do.

Here, there was no such reassurance. She didn't know what the Malnosso wanted of them, how to respond to what they did, what the driving purpose was. Everything the Gamemakers did had a point-- one survivor.

Or two.

But she won't let her mind go back there, back to false memories.

Her voice wavers ever so slightly as she mutters:] They could at least take them away. The memories. After they're done.