If this girl was reaped, she was going to die in the Bloodbath, Lepto was certain of it. The absurdity of the situation resulted from the fact that the girl was babbling almost incoherently about the future of people's deaths, and even if it wasn't Lepto's demise she predicted, the girl yammered nonsense. Sure, Lepto was going to win, but even if she thought she'd lose in the Games, this girl didn't know anything. There was a one in twenty-four chance the average Tribute would win, so psychic girl could play the odds well. And of course, Lepto would volunteer, which made the odds of her going to the Games even higher.
"I don't know who is putting you up to this, but they're wasting their time," Lepto said. To show that she was finished with the conversation, she swung the jump rope over her head and jumped over the strip of leather as it went under her feet. The cord slapped against the cold, dusty floor and echoed in the building.