I am the Victor. The whole of Panem has watched me fight and win. I know deep down that I am a slave to the capitol, but I maintain my dignity for all it is worth. This is a game of death, honour and victory. There is nothing I can do about the Capitol's oppression of the districts. I can only continue to live my life believing that I have won the greatest of awards. That I have received the greatest of honours. I am the Victor. To think anything else would just eat me up. Too many times have I seen Victors fall victim to the torment and mental scars that the game bestows upon them. If I subject myself to that mindset then ultimately I have lost the games. The games are a curse and you must bear it correctly else you will become its biggest victim; wishing forever that you had died in that forsaken place.
Every night I wake up panting. Every nightmare as bad as the last. I look to my side and see Aliss lying next to me. To believe in the honour of the games only makes life bearable. The sleeping figure next to me is what makes life worth living.
