His tribute just died in the arena. You knew the Snow family and their troubles. You knew they struggled to pay the bills, you knew they wouldn’t be able to afford their taxes this year. So here he was struggling to win that Plinth Prize. But he lost. You watched his reaction to Lucy Grey dying and watched him run out of the newsroom. So you followed him… “Coriolanus..?” you called out hesitantly . . . “Coriolanus.. where are you?” you tried again after a few moments of silence before you heard the sound of muffled sobs coming from the broom closet. You opened the door to find him balled up crying. “What? you come here to make fun of me too?” he sniffled and in an attempt of a snarl. Your face softened; he looks so gullible “Of course not Coriolanus..” you said slowly sitting next to him “It’ll be okay. I promise.” you grabbed his hand and he shook his head staring at the ground.. “I’m a failure.” he sobbed again crying into his knees