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The food is so bland here. I can barely stand to eat it, but know that if I don't finish and get hungry later, there will be no snacking, so I do what I can to sustain myself. I eat alone, as per the usual. I get many stares, but no one seems to work up enough courage to actually speak to me. I look over and can see Katniss and Gale at a nearby table. They are looking at me and whispering, as is also per the usual. Probably wondering how much money I paid to get out of the Capitol before things got too nasty. Wondering how I even knew about District 13.

I hear footsteps walk behind me and jump when a thick hand claps me on the back.

"Mrs. Snow! Oh, but I hear you don't like to be called that anymore. Sorry…Analeigh."

I turn to see Plutarch's round, red face. He is smiling and acting like we are old friends even though he has been ignoring me for weeks. I give him a small smile in return, and he sits down beside me.

"How are things going for you? You enjoying District 13?"

"Not really," I answered honestly.

Plutarch laughs nervously. "Ah, well, it takes some getting used to for us Capitol folk. Listen, we were talking this morning and…we wondered if you wouldn't mind joining us for an afternoon meeting?"

I look at him suspiciously. "Who is we?"

"Me, and Haymitch, and President Coin…and Ian."

Haymitch. It was not the first time I had heard his name, but it would be our first meeting. The drunken yet deviously brilliant mentor of the District 12 tributes who had managed to keep both of them alive during the 74th Hunger Games. But my heart skips a beat at the mention of Ian's name. Without taking a second to think, I nod eagerly.

"I'll be there."

Plutarch smiles. "Oh, fabulous. 2 o'clock in the control room."

I nervously wait until the time comes, and my heart is racing as I walk toward the other side of the compound. I can't really pinpoint why I am nervous. Perhaps it is the specific request for my presence, especially by President Coin, who has seemed so willing to keep me confined to a closet. But I believe it mostly stems from seeing Ian again. I lightly brush my hand over my lips, remembering his kiss. The way it made me feel.

I enter the darkened room, surrounded by tv screens that are buzzing. Several figures stand, and I can barely make out their faces, but Ian is one of them. He gives me a small smile and nod, and I take a deep breath, so very happy to see him. Plutarch is also standing, along with Haymitch. President Coin does not get to her feet, but rather gives me a stern look from her chair at the head of the table. Katniss is there also. She doesn't even look up at me. There is another man who I do not recognize. He gives me a friendly smile.

"Mrs. Snow, have a seat." President Coin's voice is snappy and harsh. I take the seat next to Ian. He gives me a reassuring glance, and I feel comforted by his presence.

"I'm sure you're wondering why we called you here," President Coin began, "and let me just begin by saying this was NOT my idea. But Plutarch here seems to believe you might have some sway over the people, and that we can use that to our advantage." She gave a slight nod to Plutarch, signaling she was finished with her small speech.

Plutarch takes a deep breath before beginning, seeming to relish his moment in the spotlight. "Yes, you see, I was thinking that, if you would be willing, we could put you in front of a camera and plug you into the Capitol's televisions, much like we did with Katniss and Finnick during the raid."

"It's time for District 13 to make its stand. We are invading the Capitol in two days," Haymitch inserted.

"Yes, and if we can get you to do some propaganda for us, maybe the fighters won't find so much resistance. Maybe the people of the Capitol will start to be able to see the…failings of your husband. Just as you did."

I breathe in slowly, glancing at Ian out of the corner of my eye, checking for his supportive look, relying on him to be there for me as he always has been. He looks at me without turning his head, his back rigid but his eyes soft.

"On one condition," I said slowly, lifting my eyes to President Coin's.

She looks annoyed but nods, allowing me to make my request.

"That Ian is allowed to be there with me."

The President looks even more annoyed as she rolls her eyes and looks at the wall behind me. I know it has been her plan to keep us apart, although I can't really figure out why that would be necessary, and it is Plutarch who pushed for Ian to be here at this meeting today.

After another moment and another deep sigh, President Coin meets my gaze again. "Fine."

"Then I'll do it."

I've been in front of the cameras for most of my adult life, so it was really nothing new for me. President Coin even allowed me to have my dress back, the one that I had arrived in. Stylists came in and did my hair and nails and makeup. I received extra rations of food to fatten me up some. I understood it was more about the show. District 13 wanted to show me as the citizens of the Capitol knew me…beautiful, well-dressed, healthy. Happy.

So as the camera flashed on, and the man from the meeting who I did not recognize, Beetee, began to work his magic on getting the feed into the homes of Capitol citizens, I did my part. And I told my story, as honestly as I could. Ian stood behind the camera, watching me the whole time, his arms crossed over his chest. He looked thinner as well. I still hadn't had much time to talk with him, and I found my mind wandering to him instead of talking to the camera, but I managed to keep my composure.

I started at the beginning of my story, how I had first met and fallen in love with the President. How he had quickly turned on me, breaking the sanctity of our marriage with his whores. How he had killed my family. And then I went into the years upon years of lies. Over half of my life.

Once I was finished, Beetee asked if we could film a couple of short ones to run at later times, so I put my acting face back on and talked about how wonderful life away from the President is, how wonderful District 13 is. Finally, Beetee seems satisfied, and I stand from the hard, metallic chair, rubbing my legs.

Guards quickly grab both my arms and guide me back inside, back underground. I don't even get a second glance at Ian before I am back at my room and the door closes behind me.