017. Clove was tired. Not physically, but mentally. Putting up a defense every day, when she just wanted to open up, was wearing her out. She had found Cato a bit too late in her life. Maybe if they had met years before and weren’t in the arena, she would have let herself build emotions for him. When she knew her life was going to end, she screamed for Cato to save her. It was only then that she understood that her calling was for him to be there but not to save her. In the flash before she was struck, she knew it was a good thing to be dying. She wouldn’t be able to live with having to choose between her own life or his.
013. When Clove died, Cato swore he felt it hit him directly in the heart. He had never felt pain quite like that before. That was how he knew he had loved that girl. He promised the sky that he would kill everyone in the arena to avenge her death. But as the Mutts attacked, he couldn’t help but think he had failed. The pain of the attack was nothing compared to the stabbing guilt. And when he saw Katniss finally aiming her bow, he begged to be killed. Anything to take away the pain of losing Clove. He didn’t want to live in the world without her, and if he couldn’t win for her, then there was nothing to do but die.