"I noticed that you seemed very withdrawn from the rest of group when we arrived in District Nine. Barley told me that you also did that for the entire Tour."

When Aslovee entered the place that was given to me after he became victor, he knew This place is nothing like District 9, at all. The walls are made of golden white shit, he thought. The tables are shining in the light of the golden chandeliers, made of glass. There are a lot of things that he could not name, however.

The best of all things is the toilet. There's a shiny blue toilet bowl, a bloody red faucet, a colorful shower with fancy curtains, and a golden yellow bathtub. The bathroom has too many accessories, but the shower looks like the best one that he had seen in his entire life.

So He took a shower, and when he came out, Russell, the psychologist, was sitting on the cozy red sofa. . It is his first session. He sat with them and Russell starts the conversation.

"That's normal for me."

"But you barely talked to anyone the whole time."

"Also normal."

"So it's normal to be secluded?"

"Secluded? Like alone?"

Russell nodded.

"Everybody needs to be alone sometimes."

"Now, we noticed in the arena that your reaction to the deaths around you was quite muted. We're worried that your humanity has been lost in the situation you were in."

"You wanted me to show humanity? In the Games?"

"That's not what I meant. It's okay to be upset over what happened."

"I'm not upset. I did what I had to do. I'm sure you would have done the same thing."

"I'm afraid of blood."

"What?"

"I can't stomach the sight of blood. Makes me sick." Russell said with a cringe.

"How does that make you feel?"

"I just said it makes me nauseous. And don't turn this around. This is about you. You're in a safe place. Say whatever you want."

"So I can just pour out about all the bullshit around me and you won't tell anyone."

"I mean, if you're going to kill yourself, I have to tell somebody. Speaking of that, how's the medication?"

"I'm not taking it."

"Why not?"

"You gave me the wrong shit."

"It was just muscle relaxer."

"I got horse tranquilizers."

"Oh, shit. Really? Why didn't you tell us sooner?"

"Slipped my mi-."

"Hey, Aslovee. Sorry to interru-."

"Who the hell are you?" He said to the boy.

"I could ask the same thing. I'm Christian."

"And what are you doing in this house?"

"Aslovee?" Christian said.

"They live here now."

"They?"

"His sister lives here, too."

"So you're letting people just come and go in here?"

"Nope. I only invited them."

"You can't keep secrets like that. It's not good for you."

"Why should you care?"

"It's not that I car-. I mean, no. That's not what I meant. I do care. I'm just s-saying that we want to keep close tabs on you."

"So I don't end up like Catnip."

"Katniss."

"I forget her name."

Christian knocked the glass on the wall. "Sorry, but I just wanted you all to know that the tea is ready. You want some?"

Russell turned to Aslovee. "Do I want some?"

"Will it calm you down?"

"I don't need to be calmed down. I'm fine."

"Go ahead, Christian. Put some of those pills in his tea, too."

Christian left.

"I'm glad you have a funny bone."

"I was serious."

"How about this?" Russell reached into his brown satchel and pulled out a laminated piece of paper. "Since you can't verbalize how you feel, visuals will help. This is a feelings chart. Point to what you feel."

Aslovee took the laminated paper. On it were faces of various colors. Green was happy. Red was angry. Blue was sad. A few more faces dotted the paper, and short descriptions filled out the space next to them.

"Where's bored?" Aslovee said.

"It's not on there."

"Okay. Then I'm mad."

"Excellent. I mean, not excellent. I'm just happy you're being aware of your emotions. So why are you angry? Do you feel that the world around you is strangling your freedom. Is your need for companionship being fulfilled with the two residents here?"

"None of that. I just hate how bored isn't on the paper."

Russell sighed. "Very well. What about your social life so far? You've gone into town, haven't you?"

"Yeah. Usually to get some things."

"What things?"

"Things."

"Illegal things?"

"I don't shoot up, if that's what you're asking. Drugs are fucking disgusting."

"But you used to steal them."

"That was only three times. And it was for money. It's not like I wanted to steal. Some shitheads out there aren't that bad. They're just making a living."

"So you feel guilty for stealing."

"No. Again, I needed to do it."

"But you hadn't killed anyone before. Were you prepared to take such a leap even if it was for your survival in the Games?"

"I did kill someone before."

Jerome's eyes grew to the size of dinner plates. He looked down at his clipboard and flipped through the pages on it. After checking them all, he let them rest and stared at Aslovee.

"That's not in the file. Care to explain?"

"The only explanation I could think of is that your information doesn't go back that far."

"No. I mean, you killed someone before?"

An alarm clock on the table sounded.

Russell turned it off and sighed again. "I'm going to have an interesting talk to the reconnaissance department tomorrow. Thank you for your cooperation, Aslovee. I mean it."

Aslovee looked back at Russell with the same bored expression as usual.

"So, goodbye. I'll see you in three days. You're liaison will be here in an hour."

"Liaison?"

"Yes. Your conduit for communication between us and the Capitol. She will bridge the gap for us to give you information you need from you-know-where. By the way, she's going to have to stay here with you for a few days every two weeks."

"I have plenty of company with Isabel and Christian."

"Then Think of her as like a maid or something. You can work on what we talked about."

"We talked about a lot of things."

"Social skills. See you around."

Russell grabbed his beret and stepped out into the cold.

An hour later, a knock came from the door.

Aslovee opened it.

A girl with flowing blonde hair and pale green eyes stood in a pink jacket and black snow pants.

"Holy shit. You're that girl from that party."

She looks gobsmacked for a few seconds. Her mouth is ajar slightly, and her eyes shift towards Isabel and Christian behind him. "I thought it was only us."

"Only us?" Aslovee asked.

"Is this what you're using your money for?" Isabel asked with a chuckle.

"Oh, I-I'm the liaison. We met at the Victor's Ball."

"So are you actually from the Capitol?"

"Yes I am."

"Pretty suspicious seeing a Capitol girl over here," Christian said.

"It's okay. Barley hired me."

"Barley?"

"I, uh..." Then, her eyes widened in revelation. She took off her purple backpack and unzipped it. She pulled out a Manila folder and handed it to Aslovee. He looked at the cream paper inside.

"There's nothing on he-."

"Oh, I'm so sorry. It's...uh...invisible. In case anybody checked me. Can I come in? The snow is getting stuck in my hair."

Once inside at the dining room, the girl threw herself on a thin grey chair. She shrugged off her jacket, leaving her with a white sweater.

"I just made tea," Christian said. "I'll warn you. It may have horse tranquilizers in it."

"You're such a comedian, Christian." Isabel said.

"Thank you. Anyway, Aslovee needs to read what's on the paper. Do you have an iron we can use?" She said.

"What do we need an iron for?"

"To read the ink," Aslovee said.

"How the hell do you know that?" Isabel asked.

Aslovee said nothing and walked up the stairs. Isabel and Christian looked at the girl as discretely as they could. The siblings tensed up while meandering around the warm dining room, unable to determine the correct actions for the situation. Whenever the girl looked up at them, they immediately shied away their eyes from her vision.

Aslovee came down with the iron and plugged it into the socket. He gave the iron to the girl, and she started to run the paper on the glass table.

"Try not to get smudges." Aslovee said.

"What do you need an iron for, anyway? When would you use it?" Isabel asked.

"Maybe I like to take care of my clothes. It's not like I've had a closet before." He said.

"Uh," Aslovee turned to the girl. She stopped and looked at his black eyes. "I'm not very good with names."

"Oh! I'm Kim."

"You gave me those aspirins at the party."

"Barley saw me and thought I would make a good candidate for the job."

"Which is?" Christian asked.

"I don't mean to be rude, but I can't tell you. Only Aslovee."

"Okay. Victor shit. This is what you get living, bro." Isabel said.

"I guess we'll leave you two alone. 'Toby' is on, anyway."

"What?"

"It's TV. I suggest you catch up at some point."

The brother and sister left.

"So I think I have it pretty much down.". Kim said.

Aslovee looks down at the paper. Faint black ink appears on the surface. He picked up the warm paper from the steaming iron. Wafting the moist face in the cozy air, he straightened it and looked down at the writing.

Two minutes later, he ripped it up.

Kim snatched the torn pieces of paper. "No! Don't rip it up yet"

"They said to destroy it" Aslovee said, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes, but after I'm done explaining things to you."

"It seems pretty self-explanatory"

Kim straightened her hair. "Yes, but I just wanted to express how important this is."

"The only thing it really says is your job description which I guess is like a glorified mailman. And they picked you from the Capitol to lower suspicion. Not to mention, your fake IDs."

"Well," Kim said. "Something like that. I'm also here to help you adjust to your new life and tell you about the ongoings at you know where and where I'm from. We can't give you anything directly. Also, don't take this the wrong way."

Aslovee stared at her.

"I need to make sure that you'll be able to fit in well. Especially when you return to the Capitol in a few weeks and not cause any more trouble."

"That makes no sense. And since when am I going back to that shithole?"

"I'm just here to help with what they tell me to help you with. I'm sorry."

Aslovee moved closer to her. "Don't apologize. You haven't done anything wrong."

Kim leaned back slightly. "But it feels like I did. If I ever do anything wrong, let me know."

"Relax. I'm not going to whip you."

Kim giggled. "You're funny."

"I was being serious."

"I'm nervous. That's all."

"It said something about execution so like if I fire you you die."

"And my parents, too. They kind of drag them into this. But I guess that's just the fun of Revolution."

"So the folks at that place don't trust me." He said.

Kim took in a deep breathe. "I'm going to make sure you don't cause trouble. Not saying that you will cause any trouble! I'm just saying that...we're your friends and we're trying to do our best to make sure that nothing bad happens and we're just making sure you get all the help you need."

Friends? Aslovee thought the Rebels considering him a friend was funny. At the moment, Aslovee wasn't sure if they were any better than the Capitol. Mostly because he thought they were bat shit insane.

"So the doctor guy that just left wasn't enough?"

Kim stuttered. "Not really. No. I mean...I'm sorry if I'm being a nuisance. But I really have to make this work."

Aslovee wouldn't consider himself easily swayed by overpowering emotion. However, she was almost being held against her will just to act as an information conduit between him, the Rebels, and the Capitol. And her life was in his hands? The only reason Aslovee wasn't fazed was because he figured many others lives were in his hands since he was confronted by the Rebels.

"Okay so what are you going to do now?"

"I'm really tired, so can I just find the place to sit down?"

"I made mackerel."

Kim looked up at Aslovee. "Can I have some? I mean, it's okay. I can just go somewhere and grab a sandwich."

"You said you're going to be here for a few weeks?"

She nodded.

"Then you're having mackerel."

"I thought you were allergic to fish."

"Who told you that?"

"I guess your file isn't very well put together."

In the dining room, Isabel and Christian are sitting on the left side of the rectangular glass table. They were stuffing pieces of fish in their mouths and downing frosty glasses of cola. Aslovee was at the other end of the table eating extremely slow. He shifted around the food on his plate, separating the green beans and carrots into different sections from the mackerel. His eyes kept peeking up towards the television Isabel and Christian were fixated with. Kim looked over at Aslovee, and she blushed slightly.

"Uh...what are you doing?" She asked.

Aslovee snapped his eyes away from the screen towards Kim.

"He doesn't like food touching." Christian said without looking away from the television.

"It's better than being a slob." Aslovee said.

"You know, I made the tea. The least i could get is a thank you."

"I made the mackerel. Wanna try again?" Aslovee asked with narrowed eyes.

"I got you a victory cake when you came back." Christian said, pointing his fork towards Aslovee.

"I got you a house, shithead." Aslovee said.

Kim suppressed a smile. "So that's how you all came in here?"

Isabel whipped her head towards Kim and narrowed her eyes at the green-eyes girl. "That's funny to you, Capitol?"

"What?"

"That we were out on the street? We're just so below you, aren't we?"

"No! I don't care about that."

"I bet you were right there with all of those Capitol girls, weren't you? You love the Games, right?"

"What? I mean, I-I know more than I did a month ago."

"So you do like the Games?" Aslovee said, his face unreadable.

"I don't like lying," Kim shouted. The three around the table stared at her. She looked at all of them. Her eyes were wide, and her cheeks were redder than before. "I wasn't a huge fan of them, but it looked...f-fun. Just fun to look at! Not actually fun. Every teenage girl goes through that Games phase."

"The problem is that they never grow out of it." Christian said.

"The Games don't matter anymore. I-I'm sorry."

Kim looked down at her plate. Her arms were shaking slightly, almost negligible in movement if Aslovee was not placed so close to her. He was tensed up. His back was straight resting on the backboard of his chair. He kept looking at Kim, the interrogative words making her nervous. Aslovee had no idea what to do next. It was true that Kim was apart of those disgusting shitheads in the Capitol. However, if Russell and Barley hand picked her from the Capitol to work as this helper of sorts, then she had to be a little trus-acceptable for him at the moment.

Aslovee put his hand on Kim's head.

Kim looked at him with surprise painted on her face.

"Are you petting her?" Christian asked with a snort.

Aslovee ignored him. He looked straight into Kim's eyes. A few more tough seconds stretched through the commotion from the television.

He retracted his arm.

Kim had no idea what just happened. Was Aslovee making fun of her? Comforting her? Forgiving her? Condescending her?

Aslovee gasped. Then, he took a round velvet circle with the Panem flag emblazoned on it and slid it towards her. Then, he took Kim's tea and set it on the surface.

"Make sure you use coasters." He said.

Isabel hushed everybody. "Nobody breathe. Nobody talk. The results are in."

On the television screen, an old man in a blue turtleneck sweater identified as Toby sat in a plush red chair. Opposite of him was a skinny white lady in a puffy brown dress next to a skinny balding man. The audience was uproarious as Tony started to open up the envelope.

"Now, Liam, if this child is yours, you're going to be there for her and Miley, right?"

A beep sounded from the screen. "Man, I'll be there."

"Very well." Toby opened up the envelope. Silence fell on the crowd.

"In the case of two month old Hannah, Liam..."

"This is it. Better pay up." Isabel said to Christian who snorted with laughter.

"You are not the father."

Isabel groaned while Christian laughed mirthlessly.

"What the hell is this?" Aslovee asked with an unimpressed glance.

"It's 'Toby.' A Capitol show. They do paternity tests and everything on here."

"Who would like this shit? That's not " Aslovee asked to himself.

Kim slowly raised her hand.

Aslovee glared at her before getting up and leaving.

Isabel turned back to Kim. "Take your time warming up to him, Cap. He's an acquired taste."

"You didn't actually think he was the father, did you?" Christian asked her.

"You have to look at the forehead. If they don't match, they're not related."

Christian nodded and turned to Isabel. "I think I'm going to like her."

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