John Young and Johanna Mason
"Cliff's Notes version? In my world, every year they threw one boy and one girl from every District and made us go at it, killing each other until there was one person left, the Victor. We won prestige for our District, extra food -- it was rationed like hell, pretty much -- and a really fancy house. Which really fucking sucked if you were from a District where people never ever won. You had like no neighbors."
She smiled mirthlessly. "I'm the winner from my year. It's amazing what a tiny helpless-looking little girl can do if she plays weak and innocent for a while."
Johanna still hadn't entirely come to terms with it, as much as she pretended she had. There were days, on occasion, where the self-loathing was absolutely incredible.