She'd worked for the Capitol for ten years. She'd grown up in 2, and she'd completed all of the training that her District put her through. She hadn't wanted to be in the Games herself. They'd called her too weak for that.
But she wasn't weak, she was kind. At least for her District. The others would still call her heartless.
But she cared.
Not that she'd ever show it – she was still from 2. It was ingrained.
Every time one of them lived – just that little bit longer – she didn't know whether to laugh or cry. They were alive. But most of them would be dead in the end, and much more painfully.
But she still was just that little bit proud.
She couldn't tell whether it was with herself or with them.