A hint of a smile plays on his face as they stare up at the display. It's nice, even if the wind off the lake is a little cold, and there's honestly too many thoughts in his head. Plans of rebellion, confusion over what they are and how they came to be this way, confusion over what to do about either of those dilemmas... It's too much, too quickly, and without any true direction to it all.

"Three Districts will be a good survey, I think. I simply need to be sure that this is not an isolated sentiment." The last of the fireworks shoots up, illuminating everything on the lake for a brief instant. "A rebellion will fail without popular support. I would like to have faith in appealing to the higher logic and morality of the people, but they have failed me too many times."

In Paris, in Panem, in every conversation he has where someone admits that they think a system of murdering children and a nation starving its own people is viable and even reasonable. Something had to be done, but it had to be done correctly, in time, and with the right individuals behind it. They're shoulder to shoulder, and abruptly he remembers her fingers still wrapped ever so slightly around his. The contrast between them is only dimly visible in the light. "Thank you, Venus. I appreciate everything that you have done for me."