#&interrogation

[cfchacs]

[Interrogation] You heard whispers but didn't bother notifying anyone? Xiomara you might have really given some way to rebels in your undeniable complicity.

Her patience at this process is growing thin. She's never been anything less than what the Capitol and President wanted of her. The new shiny victor. Someone to splash across the front of magazines. Someone to attend to meetings and parties with sponsors - more than willingly to say the least. She enjoyed the spotlight, enjoyed the attention. What she wouldn't be, however, was the scape goat. She would not take the fall and the blame for what her fellow victors had done or what her district had done. She was here, they were not.

"As. I. Said." Each word is punctuated with her annoyance. "Stupidity on their part." She wasn't going to be feeding into their blame game in trying to make her the fall woman for her district. "I am still here because of my loyalty to the Capitol. They aren't. Why aren't you going after the ones who made themselves so obviously disloyal by taking off?" She raised a brow, lips pursed in her irritation.

[cfchacs]

[Interrogation] Not a single victor acted weirdly about Ezra? Interesting. Think of being back in Two, did you hear any whispers of the rebellion?

She heaves a sigh, arms crossed over her chest as she continues to be prodded about Ezra. "Look it's no secret to anyone around here that I'd rather be off fucking around with some sponsors than doing anything of importance in the tower. So I apologize if I don't have the damn answers you want." She snaps, irritation winning over incredulousness. "I mean he and Thea have... something so sure there was favoritism. If it was favoritism because Ezra was part of the arena blowing up, or if Thea or Brutus knew, I don't fucking know. I'm not exactly privy to their damned secrets." She shrugs. It's the truth. She was far from friendly with Brutus or Thea, tolerant sure, but not cordial.

"Whispers of rebellion? After twelve stole the victory last year? And the head game maker let both them win?" She rolls her eyes. Cato had been one tribute she'd actually cared about. Her friendship with Cali being a driving force of her interest there. She knew the pain of loosing a sibling all too wear. "Of course there were. Twelve bested the capitol. Not my words of course. But cmon? For an actual rebellion to start? That's stupidity on the part of whoever's fanning the flames."

[cfchacs]

[Interrogation] Until we know you can be trusted Miss Pena, that information will not be disclosed to you. Alejandra might start missing you the longer you're here. Did you notice in the District Two camp any active, apparent favoring of one tribute over the other? Let's not skid around the fact that Two does utilize ghost mentors. No one of importance cares about that little fact.

Curiosity is shut down with the mention of her sister. "So you saying I can go home when this is all done?" Curiosity might be shut down, but smart ass remarks are apparently not. She's not naive enough to believe that if they were on the bring of some rebellion that inter-district travel would be allowed.

She huffs a sigh with a roll of her eyes. "I don't know. Not like I'm super buddy buddy with any of them. I mean I guess no one seemed super upset when Ambrosia died, but so is life." She shrugged. She's cold, abrupt. It was life. A life Ambrosia had chosen when she volunteered to go into the arena. "We still had a tribute in the running so the games weren't over for Two. No reason to be upset."

[cfdew]

[Interrogation] We cannot be so sure about that, Mrs. Morrissey. We have her in custody and will not hesitate to keep her locked away here. She was close with Finnick Odair and Mags Flanagan, was she not? We have intel telling us that those two victors have conspired against the nation.

Natalia has to laugh then. The shock of being arrested and blamed of treason isn't enough, but dragging Mags into it? "Mags is over eighty years old. You really believe she had anything to do with what happened to the arena?" She can't help the disbelief in her voice. It makes no sense. Finnick maybe, but she'd never say that outloud. No that would put him at risk. If it is true, she's more hurt than anything that he'd kept her out of whatever his plans had been.

[Interrogation] There's more too, Mrs. Morrissey. Who is to say you're not one of them? Perhaps you and your daughter are both in on it. It would be convenient, no? You play the part of a mother who doesn't want her child in the games so well!

She rolls her eyes, takes a breath to steady herself, and continues. "Regardless of whatever you may have been told. Mags is like a second mother to me and Finnick a son. If I don't know anything, and for fucks sake I don't, then neither does Rose."

She blinks, confusion crossing her face at her interrogator's last comment. She'd only confided in Tiberius that she'd not been keen to have Rose in the arena. At least in so many words. Had he said something to Snow? Other than him though... She'd thought she'd kept a pretty good facade up. "What makes you say that? Because I was worried?" Sure she'd let that show in the public face. She'd been glued to keeping an eye on Rose, barely sparing Fletcher a second glance. "Any mother would be worried about their child in the arena. I sent her to the Academy for fuck's sake and was proud when she was chosen at twenty-one to volunteer." Her head is beginning to hurt and she itches to pinch the bridge of her nose or rub her temple but cannot with her hands restrained. "And why would I be worried if I knew the arena was going to be attacked? That's absurdity."

[cfchacs]

[Interrogation] Treason occurred in the Quarter Quell last night. Two and seven are at the very least liable. If more are, we'll find out! What did you know?

[Interrogation] Footage of several victors from district two being traitors to our nation have been released. Did Cadence Kentwell surprise you at all? Our understand is that your brother has been on the other side of her blade before.

She looks at the person incredulously as if it is simply unbelievable that she is even here, which ponders the question - why is she here? What does she know? It causes a scoff as she tosses long curls that were more tousled and tangled than she would prefer over her shoulder. "Why should I know anything?" It sounds as distainful as her expression non-verbally displays. Why should she be implicated in this non-sense? She'd had no part in it.

However, it quickly becomes apparent why they seem to think she is involved when their next sentence comes her way. Several? Cadie was one apparently. Had Brutus and Eno taken off too? Thea? Her blasé expression hardens though at the mention of Nero and Cadie. "If she is a traitor then no it doesn't surprise me. She was a traitor to our district, why would Panem be any different to her?" It didn't matter that Nero would have had to kill Cadie to come home, not in Xio's book. That was still a wound she preferred to ignore rather than attempt to heal and the salt in it stung more than a little.

"You said several, who's several?" She's trying to change the subject away from her brother, sure, but also her curiosity gets the better of her. Brutus had always been so pro-games and pro-Two. Was he involved as well? That one she wouldn't be as quick to believe and condemn.

[cfdew]

[Interrogation] Your daughter was a volunteer this year, Mrs. Morrissey. Your loyalty has been consistent to Panem since your time in the arena. We aren't as sure about your daughter. What do you know? Best to be honest, Mrs. Morrissey.

The mention of her daughter is the only thing that keeps Natalia from celebrating in what had gone down with the arena, from spitting in her captor's face and telling them to fuck off. She is still unsure what has happened to Rose and that alone worries her, but coupled with not knowing what fate Finnick, Annie and Mags had fallen into.... no she'd be on her best behavior just like she always was, for her family. "I don't know anything about what happened, but I can assure you Rosmarinus's volunteering had nothing to do with it." Her words are firm, assured. "She wanted to volunteer when she was twenty-one, but wasn't the first to speak up. The Quell gave her the opportunity needed to still realize that dream." It's factual. She hadn't agreed with Rose volunteering, but it had happened and it was because a second shot at the arena had fallen into her lap.