The death of Sasha Covens would be Bay's entire fault.
He kept quiet as Sasha spoke, his thoughts devouring him internally. His responsibility was artless and clear, stay awake and guard. He was a failure, not only to himself but to Sasha as well. He'd failed her. If he'd been awake, Jesse would not have hurt Sasha. If he'd been awake, Sasha would not currently be dying. Guilt suffocated him. As Sasha struggled to breathe, Bay fought not to cry. He wished to be strong for her. His thoughts, however, would not cooperate. I've killed Sasha Covens. I've killed her.
Still grasping Sasha's hand, Bay closed his eyes, leaning his forehead against her cheek. "Please don't go," He whispered pleadingly, "Please don't go." “Goodnight, Bay. I lo…I…” "No. No." Bay watched as Sasha's eyelashes fluttered lightly before forever shutting her eyes from the world. "Stay with me, please." Cannon.
"No! No! NO!" Bay shook Sasha's shoulders, "No, come back! Please." Pressing his lips forcefully against hers, Bay hoped she'd wake up, just as she had before. Except this time was different. Sasha would not wake up. Never again. "Sasha!" Bay could no longer be strong at that moment. The tears that had accumulated at the rim of his eyes, poured downward. He moaned a sound of distress and affliction. Anger beginning to course through his veins, Bay flung his shield against a tree, the loud sound echoing in the silence. "She was just a girl." His clamor rose with volume, "She was just a girl!" Masking his face with his hands, Bay sobbed. "They were both just girls."
Standing up and dragging himself to the tree where his shield had hit, he kicked it and punched it repeatedly. His knuckles began to bleed and blood pooled at his fingernails. His breathing was heavy, his forehead sweaty, his hands splattered with blood. Placing his balled fists by his temples, Bay shielded his face, leaning face first against the tree. "Why?" His voice was muffled, his eyes shut, tears still managing to escape through the corners of his eyes. "Why?!" His cry roared as his fists banged the tree.
Turning around, Bay let himself kneel onto the floor. His fingernails sunk into the ground, his palms closing around the dirt. Stinging sensations tingled around his hands, but he ignored it. He ignored everything. She's gone. She's gone too. He continued to stare at a lifeless Sasha, his head beginning to throb with pain that would never match the one in his heart. Catching a glimpse of Sasha's journal, Bay remembered the girl's last words. "Rage, rage against the dying of the light." Gritting his teeth, Bay stood up all too suddenly. "Rage." he repeated. Taking Sasha's pack, he placed what was left of his water supply inside of it, along with her journal. Lifting his sword and shield, he lowered himself enough to give Sasha one last kiss on her cheek. Her body was already cold, and it sent chills through Bay.
Hesitating, Bay shuffled away from the two corpses. He glanced back at them, at her. "For Zalia Foster, and now. For Sasha Covens as well." He could not sleep, he could not stay. He had to kill. The faster the numbers dwindled, the faster the Games would be over.
He had to finish what he started, he had to avenge those he loved.
