"Katniss, I think we were all amazed at the determination you showed in this year's Hunger Games. How many tributes did you defeat again?" The wolf bared its teeth toward her.

"Seven." She said, her voice cracking.

"Seven people… Wow." It nodded its head, feigning some deep emotion. "I know that if I were to ever do that, I would be messed up for life." The beast cast away its somber facade, and shouted to the audience, "I guess it's a great thing she's a stone-cold killer!" The crowd cheered, and Katniss shuddered.

"Now, let's review the kill shots. First off, we have the boy from eight with the funny foot." Caesar turned to look toward the projector screen. "Here he was, trying to start a fire when wham! Arrow to the throat." An arrow from offscreen flew into the boy's neck. The camera zoomed out, showing Katniss relaxing her bow, drawing a knife, and walking towards the dying tribute. Katniss covered her face, not wanting to relive what she had been through. "Jimmy, can you play that again in slow motion?" The arrow crawled into the boy's neck, and a small splatter of blood drifted down through the air. "Alright, now play it backwards." The boy's neck closed as the projectile flew away. "Try switching it back and forth." The tribute's final moments were shown and reversed over and over. "Weep, woop, weep, woop, I love it!" said Caesar excitedly, adding sound effects to the video.

"Let's cut to our next kill. Now, I want to hear this directly from you Katniss. What did you feel when you shot this girl." The screen showed a young girl falling out of a tree as she was hit by an arrow.

"I was angry and afraid. I didn't want to, I didn't…" Katniss broke into tears.

"It's ok dear. You're safe now." The wolf hungrily licked his lips, suggesting otherwise. "You've been so strong. We in the capital can only guess at the incredible will it took to do the things you did to survive." Caesar put on a sympathetic mask. "I think I speak for everyone when I say you are the incarnation of our nation's values. Am I right everyone?" The crowd took his cue and cheered for Katniss. "Come on everyone, let's hear it for Katniss! Kat-Niss! Kat-Niss! Kat-Niss!"

The studio audience took his lead and cheered along with him. "Kat-Niss! Kat-Niss! Kat-Niss!"

"Alright everyone, that's all the time we have tonight. Check back tomorrow when we'll be sharing all of Katniss' most intimate secrets!" Caesar chuckled. "Yes, I'm just as excited as you. Au revoir!" A curtain descended from the ceiling, hiding the audience from Katniss and Caesar. "Well Miss Everdeen. I have some personal questions for you that I hope you won't mind answering. Question one: Do you know this man?" Caesar held up a picture of Darius, a peacekeeper in district 12.

"Yes, he's a peacekeeper."

"And do you like him? Is he a friend or acquaintance of yours?"

"No." This was not true, but Katniss didn't want to be mixed up in whatever this was.

"Miss Everdeen, I think this would be a lot simpler if we didn't lie to each other, so I will repeat again. Do you know this man well?" The wolf bared its teeth in a smile.

"Yes."

"And did he buy illegally acquired game from you?" Katniss sat stunned in silence. "Do you need me to repeat the question?" Katniss tried to speak, but her throat caught on the word and she sobbed. "Speak up dear, I can't hear you when you cry."

"Yes." Katniss choked out.

"Thank you Miss Everdeen. You will be rewarded for your honesty." Caesar put his hand on Katniss' shoulder. "Bring him out!" Two peacekeepers brought out Darius in their arms. "Did you hear that buddy-o? This fine woman claims you bought illegal game. Is this true?" The man mumbled through a gag over his face. "What was that? Probably something about how you're gagged. Ah well, who cares!" Caesar jumped on Darius, squeezing his throat in his hands. Katniss screamed. The man struggled against the wolf, who began banging the man's head head against the hard floor. A small red puddle began spreading from the man's head as he stopped resisting. Caesar held Darius' neck for several more seconds, then let go. He looked to Katniss and shrugged his shoulders. "The bastard did deserve it." He wiped his down Katniss' dress, and walked away, whistling a happy tune.