Guilt isn't part of Plutarch Heavensbee's job description.
Guilt would interfere with the Games.
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"Clean things up, Wress."
Plutarch's words are a code. They direct his main assistant to wipe out at least five tributes that remain in the arena.
"Skip the victors from twelve, though," he adds, knowing they're a key piece in these games. Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Mellark…they made history the previous year and in more ways than one, have already done it again.
Their behavior is unprecedented, and so Plutarch decides they don't need to be eliminated just yet.
Wress's hands hover over the controls, unsteady, hesitant.
"Do it!"
Muttations descend on the tributes, programmed to kill.
Plutarch feels no guilt as he watches five victors die, though their demise has essentially been caused by his own hand. He has accepted this as the norm, the right way to run things.
After all, he and Wress are just pieces in the Games.
First try at writing anything within the Hunger Games universe, which is why it's only a drabble and not very specific. I will, however, be writing HG oneshots at some point. R&R?