bibliophileunicorn
At first, these seem to be ordinary tributes in yet another running of the games.
It's just a circus of people and memories, of enemies and allies. Nobody has a sense of right and wrong.
In the midst of the killing, the tributes realize one thing- that the Capitol isn't being honest. They do not work of their own free will, they are merely pawns in a game of chance.
The have lain the firewood and the flint and the steel.
All they need now is the spark.
-under revision, apologies for any inconsistencies-