Blight could easily break down all the dangers of the Capitol. One, the necessity to keep returning to it for various events--which were tightrope games of their own. Two, politics. Easy enough to state, but so difficult to avoid. Every conversation had a way of getting back to someone, and nothing was a compliment without being an insult to someone else. Three, the people, and not just the usual Capitol crazies. No, there was always the risk of running into one of their pets.
"Careers," Blight breathed the word, not daring to say it any louder.
He froze, not wanting to walk any closer. Well, fight or flight, and avoiding situations came second nature to him. Blight turned, quickly and tinged with panic, and started to walk the other way. Straight into another one. Dammit. " 'Sceuse me," he muttered, "Didn't mean to offend, sorry."
