Something to notice. Something no one's done before.
She was always tough. Always brave. Always vicious.
Yet no one noticed.
No one noticed there was a ruthless monster underneath.
Of course she had friends, she had family. She grew up training, looking forward to the annual reaping.
But her name was never picked. How else could she ever prove herself?
And when she was 18, when Enobaria finally gave up hope she'd ever get to the bloodthirsty Capitol, her name was picked.
But even if she won, she wouldn't necessarily be looked at as fierce. Some of the ignoramus victors acted so un-Hunger Games-like, it was like they were trying to forget the whole thing.
But how could you?
Wasn't it an honor, an honor to be noticed? To have the light shine on you for fifteen damn minutes?
Is it possible you don't want the glory that winning brought?
Truth is, most of them didn't.
So what do the citizens of the Capitol really look forward to in the Games?
The answer is: the blood.
To kill someone excruciatingly, to spill out all the blood and guts, and make them suffer as much as possible that's what they wanted {even though it's not humanly}.
But if, that's what they want, she'll give it to 'em.
