Awake for the second night in a row, Brody tried to ignore the blazing ache that had become the area surrounding his right-side collarbone. His right arm may as well have fallen off; he could feel nothing of it. It was an odd sensation, knowing that you were dying so slowly. Already it had been almost a week since he and his sisters had taken Risuna and Maeve's lives. He expected that the next round of captains would be coming about soon to try and slow their progress to the Capitol. He probably wouldn't get the chance to tell them who he really was before he died.