Viola refused to be the kind of mentor who went to get a drink once she got into the Tower. She has never been that kind of mentor, even before she was a trainer. But she wasn’t feeling the Panem Pride or whatever the fuck she was supposed to be feeling with the start of a new cycle. She’d been an idiot last Games, so full of hope. She wouldn’t make that mistake again. Panem took, and took, and took from her. She needed to go back to putting distance between herself and these tributes. She needed to plaster a smile on her face and pretend to be excited to teach the new kids the best possible ways to die. Specifically, she was to teach them how to not die, but that wasn’t exactly likely, now was it? That was semantics. It didn’t matter, not so long as Battenberg believed she was doing her utmost. And to start that off, Viola needed to mingle.
“Hey, kid!” Viola called out when she spotted Lyric. She truly was happy to see the girl, feelings for Panem aside. Lyric might be naive but she was a sweetheart, and Viola needed that kind of a presence if she was going to make it through the day. “How are you?”
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