My name is Peeta Mellark.
I come from District 12.
I have to remember who the real enemy is.
The real enemy is the Capitol.
The real enemy is President Snow.
The guards escort me quickly from the room. I just make out a slight look of concern on Caesar's face as we rush by, and something about again and soon as the door closes. I have hands on both my elbows.
"What? What's going on?"
I don't know why I expected an answer.
We're back in the prep room in what seems to be an instant. But the prep team is not there. I wonder if they're being executed. It seems like the thing to do to prep teams nowadays. The room is quiet. One guard waits by the door. The other turns on the screen nearby and there is President Snow beaming at me.
"Excellent interview, Mr. Mellark. I am most pleased that you followed the script."
"Thank you." I say, cautiously, feeling bile rising in my stomach once more.
"It's wonderful to see a young person so passionate." His smile widens and I feel as though I'm about to get eaten. Cold is creeping up through my hands and my foot. What is coming now? Before when Katniss and I were having to play at romance it was different we had the hope of going back to 12 and at least having time off camera where we could hopefully just stay friends. This is...I don't want to think about it.
"But we'll have to see how this pans out, of course. The Capitol will be glad to have your reassurances in the coming times."
"Of...course..." I say. Maybe if I just bolt I can launch myself at that guard. The other one will shoot me and then they won't have their little mouth piece any more. Yes, because they're going to shoot to kill. I'm sure Snow's said they're to do that. Be smart. You have other limbs.
"I'm glad that we can count on you. Panem thanks you for your service." He makes a motion with his hand and the image disappears.