The place might be crowded, but there's a wide margin of space around Johanna. She sat in her stupid tree dress, holding her stupid pretend axe, with a scowl on her face.

She HATED being paraded like this. She hated feeling like she was on display. She hated the accusing glares and the frightened glances, and the way stupid little brats dared each other to take a step closer to her. She hated that intense isolation that came when she was surrounded by people. And she hated how readily her District welcomed these foreign people, and praised them for dying over and over again. All to save their own skins. "Cowards," She muttered, to nobody in particular. This whole thing made her sick.