Snow lands on top.

Coriolanus Snow knows something about winning. He's won at many things in his life, even when the Snow name had been as hollow and empty before he started reigniting his very legacy. His legacy, while filled with carnage and devastation and cruelty, it has been fruitful so far.

So far, he is something more than his father. Someone worth remembering.

He is just to an extent, and now he must find his betrothed. Perhaps, old fashioned of him, but after Lucy Gray Baird tarnishing a ruined part of himself so dramatically and drastically that he cannot hear nor think the same way as he ever did. He has a required setlist for his bride-to-be, and the basic consensus? Must be a Capitolite. Simple enough. The rest will fall into place when he scrutinizes every nook and cranny of the Capitol Districts for himself.

Of course, when he's run into you days before the 25th Hunger Games — you're a mentor to the District 2 tributes, Artemis Plinth and Harold Kentwell — to spectate his home's soon-to-be victor, this much he's positive of. How peculiar your gait when regarding these children are different from last year's mentor. You seem rather calculating. This is already cutting a red mark to one of his checkboxes.

"Fascinating, how you're training them," Coriolanus says as he idles next to you at the edge of the training arena. District Two tends to get the most perks, being the heart of Panem, the Capitol. His words are hushed, for your ears only, as you two spectate the young tributes sparring.

It is like sharks playing with their food.

"You've turned them into... mutts, metaphorically speaking," he continues blithely, his icy blue eyes widening slightly.