A/N: Me? Forget to upload the rest of this project? You must be mistaken.
I wonder now if Cato might not be entirely sane. - pg. 324
The commentators will be beside themselves now, tittering over the way he'd overpowered Thresh and ripped him to pieces, peeling his skin off and cracking open his ribs, popping his eyeballs with the hilt of his sword, carving out his tongue and watching him choke on it with eyes as cold and unyielding as the mountains. They'll be asking coy questions to his folks back in Two- had he always been such a passionate boy, or was he just distraught over the loss of his partner? His mother will be thinking about the time she caught him breaking a squirrel's legs just to watch it squirm and tell them no, he'd always been a good boy. His favorite trainer will be remembering all of the fights where he went too far, grinding his opponent's face into the dirt and losing himself to the rhythm of the fight and answer no, he just knows how to put on a show. His mentor will be smiling at sponsors and reassuring them that no, he hasn't gone Games-mad, he's just releasing a bit of energy before the glory of the finale.
If they asked him, he'd say he's never felt more sane in his life.