THG AU - The tributes of the Third Quarter Quell are reaped from a pool only including relatives of past tributes
It seems foolish now, having thought that there was even a tiny chance that it wouldn’t be Prim. Of course it would be Prim. It would always be Prim. But even though I’d known, really known, all along, it had still hit me like a tidal wave when Effie called out Prim’s name; an edge of sadness in her voice as she choked on the her name the first time and had to try again. I hadn’t even realized that I was falling until Peeta wrapped an arm around my waist to hold me steady. And now it seems that he spends about as much time watching me as he does the Games. It’s as if he’s worried that I may fall to pieces if he isn’t there to hold me together. To be honest, there may be some truth to that. Because I’d told Prim that she would be ok. Promised her, practically. But it’s just one more promise that I know I can’t do anything to keep. I watch Prim stumble across the snow, her entire body shivering as the wind bites her flushed face. Even with the jacket she has on, I can tell that she is freezing. And despite the fact that none of the other tributes are near her, every step she takes seems to be one step closer to her death. Peeta says it will be ok; that Prim will be ok. But every day we watch her suffer, I find that harder and harder to believe.