There are those of you that deserved better, and there are those of you that deserved worse.
There are those of you that dipped your heads and wished that it would end. There are those of you that spat fire shaped like words at the Capitol, at the Games, at the whole system.
There are those of you that smiled, those of you that waved and saw dripping blood and endless, twisting shadows when you closed your eyes.
There are those of you that squinted into fluorescent lights, trapped your emotions so that only mirth would rise from your depths, and cheered for the favorites, for the victors, for the children.
There are those of you that gripped sweaty, tangled sheets and tried to breathe because you can, because you made it, because you are a murderer and the cannons never stop.
There are those of you that idly spoke of winning, of glory-
those of you that trained so hard and could never be prepared for the real thing-
those of you that hunched your shoulders and would not look at the projected screen-
those of you that choked on sobs, gripped your babies' hands as you sent them to die-
those of you that lost yourselves in drugs and alcohol, anything that might erase the stink of what you've done-
those of you that giggled-
your forms fluid-
as you changed with the Capitol-
vomit dripping from your mouths
as you gorged yourselves-
and whispered "Long live the Capitol"
and raised your fizzing glass towards the sky.
There are those of you that are angels-
and demons-
and broken beyond recognition.
And there are those of you that are human-
and you are the most dangerous of them all.