Rye sighed.<br/>"Do I have a plan? How can anyone have a plan? If you think you think you have things figured out, the Gamemasters toss a tree across your path. My general plan is to survive. I don't see myself going on the offensive. Not in a big way. I have half way thought of laying ambush for individuals that get sloppy, That seems kind of underhanded. I don't really have anything against anyone. I have been trying to justify that plan by seeing the Career group as hostile and cold blooded. The stragglers, like you and me, well, I haven't got that far yet. I will kill before I allow myself to be killed. I will go out fighting, if possible. Can I win this Game? I doubt it, however, I don't plan to make it simple. What I wish is that we all just throw down our weapons, and sit around the fire together. Fuck the Gamemaster, Fuck the Capitol. If we don't fight, they don't win. There can be no Games if there are no players."<br/><br/>Rye sighed heavily again and then laughed bitterly,<br/>"As if that would ever happen. I'm not stupid. I know we all have to be in agreement but I know Careers. It won't happen."