"Let's meet District Eleven's Sylinyx Selaz." Mr. Klein watched as she came up.
"Let me say one thing." Sylinyx demanded before he could start badgering her. "This is pointless and a waste of time."
"What exactly is a waste of time?" Mr. Klein shuddered as this cold beauty glared at him.
"This interview. Who cares how many sponsors you get, it wouldn't change the fact that you're relying on others, and if you're doing that, it means you're nothing but a parasite that should be eradicated."
"Wow, what an opinion. How did you come to this way of thinking?"
Sylinyx knew exactly what he was doing, but she had no choice but to do the interview. "That's a stupid question." She hissed. "Why do you think like you do? You just do."
"Yes, I see your point." Said Mr. Klein, cowed. "Well, tell us about your family."
"My family abandoned me when I was little. My foster family isn't worth talking about."
"How come?"
Sylinyx just sat still as stone, unwavering eyes drilling a hole through Mr. Klein.
"Right, well, is there anything you will share with us?"
"That killing is nothing new to me." She now smiled cruelly.
Mr. Klein just stared at, not sure if he should believe his ears. "What?" He finally asked.
Sylinyx then just sat there until her five minutes was up, then abruptly walked off stage.
Mr. Klein blinked a few times, gathered his thoughts, and then continued. "Next is Aquila Sorubu." Aquila took his place. "Did you get a token?"
"Ya, it's a little pebble from my brother." Aquila tapped his shoe, indicating he kept it there.
"A pebble? What's the meaning of that?"
Aquila gave a sad smile. "We never really had much money, and it's going to get worse, and pebbles are free."
"How come you say your money situation is going to get worse?"
"Mom is sick."
"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. It looks like you have incentive to win the Games." Seeing Aquila's confused look, he clarified. "If you win, you'll have enough money to pay for your mother's treatment."
A look of dawning crossed Aquila's face. "You're right! Mom," He turned to the camera here. "Don't give up, just make it through the Games and I'll come home and get you healed."
Mr. Klein broke into a laugh at the boy's sudden enthusiasm. "I'm sure she's heartened by that little speech. Thanks for joining us today." They shook hands. "Next is District Twelve's Bane Darisir."