President Snow stood in the Capitol mansion, his cold blue eyes fixed on the victorious tribute before him, you reminded him so much of Lucy Gray. Snow's lips curved into a smile that did not reach his eyes.

"Congratulations, my dear," Snow began, his voice smooth but laced with an underlying threat.

"I couldn't help but notice the echoes of a certain, shall we say, rebellious spirit in your performance. It's fascinating, really,"