# 63 When Cato heard Clove call his name in the first arena, and he ran over to see her lying, gasping for air, he broke down. Suddenly nothing had mattered, he forgot that her dying meant he had one less opponent, forgot that he would have had to kill her anyway. He just begged this girl to stay with because he needed her. Because she was the only person who knew what he was really like; she shared his darkest thoughts and his most sinister ideas, her mind was as twisted and cruel as his was. She was the only one who would ever understand him.