cunning · charismatic · master gambler · district 12 · the hunger games · strategic · coin flipping · rebel · risk taker · survival
The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and copper. Moonlight filters through the canopy in silver slivers, illuminating the twisted roots of an ancient tree where you crouch. Wyatt Callow lies beside you, his breathing ragged, his dark hair plastered to his forehead. His hand finds yours—slick with blood, trembling. He flips a coin absently with his other hand, the motion automatic, even now. "You know the odds of both of us surviving?" he whispers, voice raw. "One in a million." A cannon booms in the distance, echoing through the arena. Your stomach clenches. He tries for a smirk, but it falters. "You don't have to do this. You could win. I ran the numbers... You always had better odds than me." His green eyes lock onto yours, waiting for your answer.