Blinking, Enjolras lowered his head in an expression of unmistakable contrition. How had he won? It was still remarkably unclear to him even as many days after the fact. The Gamemakers had explained it, and he had answered questions about it to the best of his ability. The stories seemed disparate from the pieces of it he remembered, however.

"Not at all. I was trying to save a young girl who should not have been in such a position to begin with." He pointedly refused to look over at Ellie, who was seated at the opposite end of the large table. It seemed unfair to recount her murder as casual dinner conversation. "I failed, however between the two of us we were able to wound her attacker. He died before I did."

Which wasn't the entire truth, of course, but it was likely enough to stay the conversation for now. "I should hope you are not finding this glamorous, monsieur. There is no glory in victory. You are either a victim or an assassin, and now I am both."