"Enjolras," he admonished quickly, fighting instinctively against both the title and the honorific. Quietly, he turns away, mentally tallying up the days, and then months, since his arrival.

"I have been here for ten months and three Arenas." The realization is sudden and unfortunate to him. Had he really been in Panem so long and accomplished so little? Something had to be done about that. "I had no intention of ever winning."