Vashe put her hands on her hips and shouted, seeing this shameful display.
"What is your problem, District 1?!" she called. "It was an accident! We aren't supposed to kill each other before we get into the Games! Do you want to get your family tortured for your insubordination or something, huh?"
She sighed and shook her head, going over to the District 6 boy. She tried to get a look at the cut. "We should call the nurse," she said. "They'll get it fixed right up. If you go into the Arena crippled, no one will help you. I'm sure you don't want to be a sitting duck."
Vashe knew she was acting strangely. She wasn't interested in forming an alliance, which was the usual motive when Tributes were nice to other Tributes. She was just interested in knowing the dead before they were dead, was all, and, more deviously, some part of her wanted to make everyone regret what they were going to do to her. She had seen it time and again when forced to watch the Games: Kind "characters" illicited something in the viewers, particularly in her district - that budding urge to rebellion that was just underneath the surface of Panem. Vashe didn't have any illusions that she was going to start a revolution. She thought, however, her memory might become a part of such a thing when the time came sometime in the future.
She was going to be as kind as possible. She was going to make everyone - the Tributes, Mentors, Capitol citizens and random viewers question everything.
Besides, being nice made her happier than being cruel or indifferent. She wanted to spend her final days in happiness.