Emery exhaled when the young man stepped back and put her hand to her neck, wiping the blood off her chest. Her eyes lowered at his explanation of Eden's absence; with that, she could conclude that he is dead. It wasn't a surprise to her, however.<span style="font-style: italic">Natural selection was not on his side,</span>she thought.<span style="font-style: italic">He was much too soft for this.</span><br/><br/>"I'm from District 11," said Emery, "the same as Eden. The tributes bonded a bit before the Games." Picking up his bags, she walked over to him and sat down on the ground. "Thank you," she murmured with a wry smile. She looked over to the shattered camera he was indicating and nodded. As she strangled the water out of her braid, she said, "It was very unfair of the Gamemakers to expose your hiding place. By the way, what's the story with that woman who imposed as a tribute?"<br/><br/>Smiling sheepishly, Emery held out her hand and said, "Sorry to be rude. My name's Emery."