"Next is District Twelve's Bane Darisir." Mr. Klein announced.
At this introduction, Mockingjay became stiff. She didn't miss the fact that they had skipped her interview. It was unfair and unjust, but she couldn't do anything about it. It's not like she thought she could have gotten any sponsors, a fact that had hit her on the train, she just thought they'd have at least given her a chance.
"So, Bane, how do you feel going into the Games?" Mr. Klein drug Mockingjay back to the interviews.
"I hate it! I just want things to go back to normal." He started sniffling. The act of his parents refusing to say goodbye still hung closely to him. "An not with my parents, but with new ones."
"Did they wrong you somehow?"
"Yes! They didn't say goodbye to me." He started crying.
"Hey, now, there's no need to cry. I'm sure they had some reason for not coming." Mr. Klein put a comforting hand on the boy's hunched back.
"Like what?" Bane asked between sobs.
Mr. Klein inwardly sighed. This was not in his job description. "Maybe they were looking for a token and lost track of time." He said.
Bane suddenly stopped crying and looked at the older man before him with hopeful eyes. "You think so?" There was no sign that moments before this boy had been bawling his eyes out.
"Ya."
Bane just smiled back.
"Thanks for being with us today, Bane." Mr. Klein shook the child's hand, and he was left alone on stage. "That was quite the day." He spoke to the audience across Panem now. "We have quite the selection of tributes this year, there's no doubt the Games will be a blast." He ended. As the director yelled cut, his smile slipped. He slowly watched as the tributes were marched out back to their temporary homes, thinking about other career ideas.