Rye sighed with relief, the other group of Tributes were dead and his cohort remained. He scanned the sky and shook his head as if the shaking would restore his hearing. Only Eden, Emery and he remained.<br/><br/>Now comes the hard part, he thought. He really cared for both of these people.If only he and Emery survived he had a loosely formed plan for both of them living, but the gamemaster would never permit three. He held the gun and in this moment he could kill Eden. Rye bit his lip and looked with loathing at the heavy weapon in his meaty hand. He drew it up and stared at it closely, as if it were a viper he had never seen before. Tears filled his eyes as he turned it this way and that, the metal gleaming in the light. Glancing up, he saw the open mouthed look of horror on Eden's face and the puzzled look of disbelief on Emery's face.<br/><br/>He had so wanted to make love to her, to make a life with her. Taking a deep breath, he raised his arm and flipped the gun in his hand.<br/><br/>"I'm putting this down and walking away. You can decide. Emery, I think I love you.  Live." Rye whispered as he dropped the weapon and turned into the woods.