I don't want to cry. Everyone will make note of my tears and I'll be marked as an easy target. A weakling. I will give no one that satisfaction.

The anguish I always feel when she's in pain wells up in my chest and threatens to register on my face.

And to us, we're more married than any piece of paper or big party could make us.

Sometimes things happen to people and they're not equipped to deal with them.

I can feel Peeta press his forehead into my temple and he asks, 'So now that you've got me, what are you going to do with me?' I turn into him. 'Put you somewhere you can't get hurt.

But between the images, we are privy to the real-life action being played out on the set. Peeta's attempt to continue speaking. The camera knocked down to record the white tiled floor. The scuffle of boots. The impact of the blow that's inseparable from Peeta's cry of pain. And his blood as it splatters the tiles.

How did Rue end up on that stage with nothing but the wind offering to take her place?