When it was time for her interview, Sylvia was marched out to her seat by two Peacekeepers, who stood guard on either side of her as she sat down.

The crowd took note of that immediately and fell silent. Still though, their curiosity was thick in the air. Just who was this girl, with the prison uniform from the reaping and the lowest training score and the bodyguards - evidently not there to protect her, but those around her from her.

Caesar knew this too. And not only would he answer the crowd's questions, but he'd give Sylvia the best damn interview ever. Just like with all the other tributes.

He took his seat across from Sylvia and asked her his first question: "So Sylvia, tell us: what have you enjoyed the most about your visit to the Capitol so far?"

A standard question, but an interesting one nonetheless. One could tell a lot about a person by the answer they gave, whether that be the food, fashion, people, or even the neon lights that continuously lit up the buildings.

Sylvia responded, a little shyly, "The fire-starting station."

Caesar raised an eyebrow - canary-yellow this year - as Sylvia said nothing more. "Really, now? Why is that?"

"Because fire is a glorious thing, of course. And I must spread the work of the Fire Spirit."

Caesar turned to face the crowd. The faces in the front few rows were just as perplexed as he was. Nevertheless, he looked back at Sylvia.

"Would you mind telling us a little more about this Fire Spirit?"

Sylvia blushed a little as she played with her curls. "He is a glorious being. And he is also my best friend."

Someone far out in the crowd awwed, despite the cryptic nature of her words. Evidently, Sylvia was starting to garner a fanbase.

Caesar gave a smile. "Well, it's good to have friends." Then his face took on a slightly more serious look. "Now, when we all saw you at the reaping, you were wearing a prison uniform. Would you be willing to tell us what you had been arrested for?"

Sylvia began to play with her fingers. "I set my neighbour's apple tree on fire. It was sort of like doing the Fire Spirit's work, even though I didn't really know who he was at the time. I just felt this urge to do it, so I did."

Caesar nodded without really understanding, then decided to change the subject. "Now, we've all heard quite a few surprising whispers regarding your private session. Of course, we're not allowed to find out what happened, but could you at least give us a hint?"

Sylvia's face darkened considerably. "The Weatherman sent one of his despicable minions to destroy our work. I tried to do what I had to, but everyone stopped me." She practically spat out her words.

"Well, as a matter of fact," Caesar said uneasily, "the weatherman is in the crowd tonight."

Sylvia's head shot up and her eyes rapidly darted around with disgust and - was that fear?

A spotlight moved to shine on a man in the third row from the front. He had powdery-white skin, lavender hair and looked equal parts annoyed and uncomfortable.

"Justinian Flounce, from Capitol News. He, and I'm sure everyone else, would like to know why you seem to hate him so much." Caesar gestured in his direction and looked at Sylvia, awaiting whatever her answer was going to be.

Sylvia peered into the crowd, confused. "That's not the Weatherman."

"I assure you he is," Caesar began, "our one and only…"

"He's a weatherman, not the Weatherman." Sylvia adamantly stated. "The Weatherman is much more evil than some guy on the television."

"How so?"

"He summons rain to put out the fire. And-" Sylvia gripped the armrests of her chair so tight the tips of her fingers turned white. "-he is a terrible, rude being who deserves to die."

Caesar opened his mouth - possibly to ask a follow-up question - but just then the buzzer rang out. Sylvia's time on stage was over. Caesar put on a wide smile and stood up, discreetly gesturing for Sylvia to stand up too.

"Sylvia Morris from District Seven, everyone!"

The crowd clapped, more out of politeness than anything else, and Sylvia was quickly ushered offstage by the Peacekeepers. The Capitolites had gotten some answers to their questions, but now they had even more questions.

Sylvia, meanwhile, was just glad that Mavrorin hadn't decided to show up and ruin things. She hated it when that happened.