"Even if he didn't, they still would be."

Wyatt leaned a hand on the mantle of the fireplace, the wind suddenly taken from him again. Not from an outside blow, but from within as his gut dropping away.

"If the Captiol's determined to place the blame, they won't jus' kill 'em, they'll make an example out of 'em."

He thought of Ariadne again, twitching and jerking on the screens, dying at Penny's hands.