Pray Jager- District Two mentor

Oh, stuff it.
Son of a gun why did we have to come so close? He blew it! That idiot blew it! I told him his recklessness was going to be the thing that got him killed. What kind of brainless wonder chases a Districter who obviously wanted to be seen and doesn't check for a trap? One single second to look before he went after her and he would have won. I lost Donnatella, who frankly deserved it more, to a bullshit battle she couldn't have won and Caio to his own bullheadedness.

District Two

Phoebe cared for Kallista like her own daughter and thought of her as nothing but. She married a man who adopted Kallista with her and they told the girl of her mother as soon as she was old enough to understand.

Julio Sagres told people he had no son.

Meenah Turbine- Victor

When I realized my eyes were closed, I made no move to open them. I could see the light through them and it scared me. I knew my poor deprived eyes would burn as soon as the light touched them. I wanted light more than anything in the world, but it scared me.

I finally hid under the blanket and peeped them open just a crack. I started crying right away. The sheets were white. My hospital gown was blue. My skin was olivey ivory. Nothing was green. They were amazing, mindblowing other colors. There were colors other than green. I hadn't been insane when I remembered them in the Arena.

Under the blanket, the light was diluted enough that I could bear it. I slowly peeled the blanket back and peeked out. I shot back underneath in less than a second. Before the Arena, light had always been a background, like the white paper behind a line of text in a book. Now it was an exclamation point. It was the screeching siren of an ambulance, but at point-blank range. It was so overpowering it made my ears ring.

It must have taken most of an hour to adjust to the harsh fluorescent room lights. As soon as I could bear it, I stared at them in awe. They were the prettiest shade of blue I'd ever seen. I didn't even think to look at myself until I happened to see the mirror in the corner of my eye. Oh, well. Let's see the damage, I thought as I picked it up.

I must have gone crazy after all. That wasn't me. This was a Capitol caricature of the perfect human. My eyes were the size of golf balls. My whole face had been... lifted. My cheekbones stuck out harsh and cutting. My lips were bigger and redder. My skin, once divided between Italian and Japanese, had settled into the former tone and I felt violated that nameless doctors had taken half my heritage. My hair shone with purple and blue tones like a slick of automobile oil. I was detailed, like the televisions in the Capitol that made everyone move weird like they were walking through jelly.

Those might not even be my original eyes. That explained both the size and the detail. I'd known I had bad eyesight, but maybe this wasn't weird, this was just how normal people saw. I hadn't known I'd been living in analog while normal people were in 8K HD. What a world. If I'd known, I'd have saved up for glasses. What a world to live in. I circled my head around the room, taking in the intricate details that had been right there all my life. It was like I'd become a superhero. Still, the thought of Capitol surgeons replacing my eyes made me sick. I pictured my eyeless body lying still on a surgical bed and felt queasy.

When the door opened, I darted under the sheets, afraid the visitor would bring more light with them. Logic kicked in and I peeked out to confirm it was Sky.

"It's only been two days," she said. "Other than the emaciation, you were in pretty good shape by Victor standards. How do you feel?"

"I'm hungry," I said. "Can I eat soon?"

"Usually this is for the Tributes who need a little lift in the back regions," Blush said about the thick foam thing he was brandishing. Once again, the Capitolites were remaking me. I was fit to appear on television, I just wasn't fit to appear on television. I was skeletal. I sat on a cushion because my bones clunked against chairs. My knees were the widest part of my legs. I couldn't just see my ribs, I could see the entire outline of my hipbone.

That was where the stylists came in. They covered most of my body in what they delicately called a fat suit, though in my case it just made me look normal. They did some weird contouring stuff with makeup until my face looked normal even though they hadn't added any actual material to it.

Just hours later, I was onstage with Caesar. I heard his voice and he must have been asking me questions. I heard my voice and I must have been answering.

"Meenah! What's wrong?!"

My cheek was pressed against the floor. My head hurt. My fists were in front of my face and they were filled with bloody clumps of hair. Caesar was bent over me and the screaming had just stopped.

My eyes snapped up to the screen. Atticus was still there, clawing at the walls. A second after I looked at it, the recap blinked off. I scooted away from Caesar on my hands and knees and Sky met me as I ran offstage.

Later, when I watched the broadcast, I saw I was wearing an upscale version of the cobbled-together suit and dyed tin earrings I wore when I was Reaped. The camera cut to the screen when the recap started and stayed there until it was over. I saw myself being crowned. The closeup was from the back and unless you looked really close at the long shot of my face, you couldn't see the weird stiffness of the computer-generated image. I got the crown that night from a delivery Avox. It looked like a woven metal rope.

About two more wrap-up chapters and we'll be done!