Dayle leaned against the elevator wall, his blue eyes trained on the ground. His head was a mix of different emotions, all fighting for his attention. Tomorrow was it. Tomorrow began the two-week period (roughly) that would determine which of the 24 kids called from the Districts would die. All but one. And Dayle intended that one to be himself.
Dany took the stairs, avoiding the elevator entirely. It gave her time to think, to puzzle out. She was probably going to die. That was fine. Well, mostly. As long as she fought like a true Targaryen, her family would be proud. Though she still intended to try as hard as she was able.