He had followed his tribute, Lucy Gray Baird, into the tribute transport cage. Wrong decision on his part, definitely. That was obvious now.

He kept his face hidden from the Peacekeepers as they closed the doors then turned around when they left. Now he was alone with twenty four District tributes.

How wonderful, he thought. Just great.

He’d be lucky if they didn’t kill him right now.

“What’s the matter, pretty boy? You in the wrong cage or what?” a boy, Reaper, asks.

Coriolanus is silent for a beat. Tense. Still.

“No, this cage is…” he starts but trails off momentarily and sighs. “…Delightful.”

Well shit, he messed up. The use of that word of all ones he could’ve used, caused an uprising within the cage. It maddened them.