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 Two more cannons go off by the end of the day. Rye knows one of them to be the boy from 11, as she heard a loud explosion prior to the cannon going off. The other neither is completely positive. All they can hope is that it was Cato or Clove, but the chances are highly unlikely.

 By the time the sun was beginning to set, the stream had almost completely evaporated. A small, almost barely noticeable stream of water was there, but the fish had disappeared as did most of the water. Marvel was luckily able to fill their waters up prior to the evaporation. Once Rye saw the predicament, however, she knew what was happening immediately.

 "They're making us go to the lake since there's only four of us left."

 "What do you think is going to happen?"

 "Not sure. Let's cook the fish fast and then go. We need all the energy we need." Marvel stares at her for a second before nodding his head. There's an almost glazed look in his eyes but she ignores it, deciding it'd be best to get firewood.

 By the time she is back Marvel gutted the fish and got it ready for cooking as Rye got the fire started. As they waited for their meat to cook, Rybbon was fighting her inner thoughts, twirling her sword in her hand while doing so.

 "Did you think you'd last this long?" she looks up from the fire.

 "Hm?"

 "Did you think you'd make it this far?" he asks again. She stares at him for some time, trying to piece her thoughts together.

 "Honestly, no," she admits. She bites her lip, trying to form a sentence. "I'm just wondering when my luck is going to run out." The sack of berries in her pocket makes her feel heavy.

 "I think we'll be okay." Her words annoy her slightly, seeing as he's trying to delay the inevitable.

 "I'd rather get killed by Cato," Rye admits. It makes Marvel's eyes widen. She can see the dusgust in his eyes. "I'd much rather it be me and him than me and you."

 "Wow. Thanks," he scoffs.

 "Do you want to kill me?" He ignores her, checking on the fish before turning it over. "Do you want to kill me?" she repeats. This time he finally looks up at her.

 "No," he answers, his voice barely above a whisper.

 "And I don't want to kill you." She moves closer to him to where they're shoulder to shoulder. "If it could happen, I wish we could both win." A sigh pass his lips before he nods his head. He leans his body into her, wrapping his arm around her. Time passes slowly before Marvel speaks.

 "You know weren't allowed this type of stuff?" She looks at him confused. "Dating other students, I mean. They wanted to train, not date."

 "That sounds sad," she scoffs. 

 "I guess," he shrugs. "I'm just happy I at least am able to do it in case." She hums in agreement.

 "Since we're being honset," she starts, gaining his complete attention, "I never anything either. I was too worried about keeping my brother and I alive I had to drop out of school. Never really talked to anybody after that." She picks at the caluses on her palms before Marvel intertwines his hand with hers. It makes her take in a deep breath. "It feels nice, though, at least."

 "You know what I heard feels nicer?" Rye looks up at him only feel his lips connect with her. It makes her heart stop instantly. Her stomach tumbles and roll, leaving her breathless. And as soon as he did it he pulls away. He licks his lips, seemingly as breathless as she was. "Can I do it again?" It takes Rybbon a moment to gain her words back.

 "We need to go soon."

 "Just one more, please." As soon as the words leave his mouth she leans in first, placing her lips on his. She holds his face gently in her hands as he places his on her waist. Rye feels as if her whole body is tingling. She kisses him for however long she can before she feels her lungs start to burn.

 "Fuck," she groans, taking in a deep breath. She places her head on his chest, feeling him inhalles deeply. "Fuck," she says a bit quieter, the emtions fully sinking in.

 "Fuck," he whispers, holding Rye against him.