There was another long silence as Effie looked across the cold, empty village. Trying to decided what, exactly, she should share with the younger girl.

"No one had won from 12 in...a long time. Their children aren't strong, or well trained, or well fed. But that didn't matter, they still had to be reaped. So I would do my best to make life as..." She sighed softly, a little dreamily. "As wonderful as possible for them. The best food, clothes, warm baths, soft beds. The things they would never have. To make the end as easy as it could be."