Kate saw him stare he did not speak. She ate what was left and saw the snow was falling harder. She layed head on his shoulder and held his hands. Kate stayed quiet listening to his heart beat and played with his hands; comparing them to hers and traced scars and massaged them lightly. She had never been this close to anyone and was happy. She faced Trillen and blinks. "I should not ask, I want to know, Papa never talks about his life as a fighter. What really happens in the pits?"