Harry stood by the casket taking in a shuddering breath as it was lowered into the ground. The sky was a clear blue, and the crisp air stung his nose. Cato's mother was crying beside him and his father stood stoic. The grave marker read "Here lays Cato. A true winner." Harry refused to start sobbing, and in all honesty he wasn't sure if he could. The emptiness had returned, but the rage was boiling in the background. Cato's sister threw the first handful of dirt onto the gleaming white casket and it signaled the rest of the dirt to be emptied over it. Harry began to walk away silently, ignoring the Capitol guards standing not ten feet away, watching him.