The regal man looked down, a pair of wrinkled hands did up the buttons on his pure white dress shirt. Though the hands were worn, he was immensely proud of the steadiness they did their work with.

He pulled his jacket on, straightened it, and leveled his gaze to the mirror staring back at him. The same stranger that appeared 66 years ago looked back at him with those soulless eyes full of determination and hate. A man he still wasn't sure if he hated or admired more.

An avox appeared in the reflection and bowed. He breathed in as he turned around to face them. The mute servant refrained from making eye contact and held up a silver platter to him like a sacrifice to a vengeful god.

A single white rose lay in the center of the simmering plate.

"President Snow, Sir." A gruff voice addressed him.

Coriolanus turned his attention to the uniformed man in the entryway of his quarters. "At ease, General Ford."

The military man relaxed. "I'm here to give you a report, Sir."

"I was under the assumption that all news of the rebellion was to be delivered to me at the morning debriefs, General," Coriolanus said passively. "Was I… wrong in that assumption?"

The General shifted uneasily. "This report does not pertain to the rebellion, Sir."

"Oh?" Coriolanus picked up the rose from the platter and inspected its pure petals. "You may continue, General."

The General glanced at the avoxes in the room and took his hat off to show that he was serious. "It's… uh…" He cleared his throat. "It may be best to discuss this without an audience."

"My patience is wearing quite thin, General Ford. Whatever it is, I'm sure it is not as urgent as you deem it to be." He picked at an invisible speck on the rose and rubbed it between his fingers.

The President glared at the General and took a step forward. "I am dealing with a rebellion of a revived district, a dangerously influential girl, and a looming war that could send us back into the dark ages. My morning routine is the last bit of enjoyment I have in these troubling times, and I would hate for it to become another casualty. So I suggest you get on with your report."

The General opened his mouth but nervously hesitated.

Coriolanus sighed in annoyance and waved his hand. The avoxes silently left the quarters and soon the two men had the space to themselves.

"You have the room, General." The President said.

The General nodded. "We may have found her, Sir."

Coriolanus closed his eyes and huffed. "The location of Katniss Everdeen is not essential to the current state of the plan, General. I thought I made that clear in our last meeting." He began jamming the rose into his suit angrily.

"Now, before you continue with this-"

An uncontrollable fit of coughing cut him off, making him drop the rose. Coriolanus' lungs stung from the strain of the cough, seemingly ripping them apart. Hastily pulling out a handkerchief, he covered his mouth to catch the spray of blood.

The fit subsided not long after it began, but the pain lingered.

Knowing not to address the President's ailment, the General waited patiently for a chance to speak again.

Coriolanus slowly picked up the rose from the floor. It had been stained with a light speckling of blood, ruining it.

The President breathed out calmly as he regained his composure. "You may continue, General."

"I wasn't referring to Miss Everdeen, Sir." The General corrected.

He pinched the rose's stem with a vengeance as he tried to contain his anger through his gritted teeth. "Then who in the-"

Coriolanus' head snapped straight toward the General. He tried to force words out, but his mind was empty. There was only one person in the world who could do that to him.

The General nodded. "Lucy Gray, Sir."

The rose slipped from his fingers and fell to the floor once more.