"Good idea," Zelos agreed, lifting his glass in return as a gesture of farewell. "Try not to look so sour, man, a party's still a party."

He turned away without waiting for a response from Enjolras and scanned the room briefly for a heading before parting from the victor's 'throne'. That was a very enlightening talk they had, and he had to count himself lucky that Enjolras was such a chatty victor. So this Panem place wasn't as simply bloodthirsty as it first seemed... Well, Zelos was no stranger to oppressive systems but this was more immediate than he'd ever had it back in Tethe'alla.

He'd just have to work a little harder than before.