A/N: This one's shorter again, but I need a full chapter for what's coming next. It should be up soon! And thanks to everyone, especially Isabella Katniss, for the reviews.
The lights were blinding, and the applause threatened to deafen Ginny as she sat in a comfortable chair across from Caesar Flickerman. She looked down on her lap, thinking that, if nothing else, at least the pale gold dress looked pretty on her. She fought a mad urge to laugh at the inanity of the thought, but quickly came thudding back to reality when Caesar spoke.
"Right, we have Ginevra here from District Twelve!" The audience hushed at his words, and Ginny's heart pounded harder. "So, what do you think of the Capitol, Ginevra?" the dark blue man said jollily.
Now was her chance. Ginny's heartbeat became the loudest sound she'd ever heard, and she took a deep breath. "I hate it."
"Oh!" Caesar said, still grinning. "And why is that?"
"It could have something to do with the fact that you brought me here with the full intention of killing me. That you killed Katniss Everdeen. That you killed Rita Skeeter, last year, and Dean Thomas. We were friends, you know." Ginny had no idea where the words were coming from, but she felt heated rage flush her entire body. Because it was true, damn it, and they needed to be at least responsible for killing Dean, the sweetest boy she'd ever known, and for crushing Katniss until she couldn't take it, and for destroying Rita's hope of ever becoming a writer.
"Ginevra," Caesar said with that same smile on his face, that sinister, painted smile, "You know why we have the Hunger Games. Besides, I didn't kill them. None of these nice people here killed them. I think Dean was eliminated by Vincent, and Rita by Penelope. No one here is a murderer."
You are. You are. Despite all of Ginny's control, a few tears starting running down her face, but she breathed through it, determined to make her point. "All... of you..." The effort of not sobbing created unnatural pauses in her speech, but she forced them down. "All of you know that every tribute has people who love us, and who we love. Doesn't that matter to you? And guess what? I wasn't the one who rebelled, either. No one here is a rebel."
"Of course you are," Caesar said calmly, with a broad grin. "You were all raised by rebels! Silly thoughts. Now, honey, I think your three minutes are up, and you're getting hysterical. I don't think you really mean any of that. You're just stressed, I'm sure!"
And before Ginny could say anything else, Caesar gave her a cheerful wave, and the strobe lights started up again. She tried to say something else, but was cut off rather abruptly by the Peacekeeper raising his gun.