I'm their little doll now. I won the Games, and what do I get? I get to smile and bob for a bunch of mindless peacocks.
Papa never said it'd be like this when he made me train. He never told me how I'd be a pretty little shiny thing to captivate these fools. He never told me that my mind would be wasted on these...things.
He lied to me.
He painted me a fantasy. I would be a princess; instead I'm a doll, a curiosity, a plaything.
They have no minds. What's worse, I'm afraid I'm becoming like them.