"They expect that we will be so glad and happy, because the districts should be so happy that they're not longer killing their own kids. Just us random people who aren't from here, and didn't want to be." Cindy shrugged a little, sighing as she looked at him sideways.

"Top floor sounds perfect. We can work our way down that way." She smiled, leaning against the back wall and closing her eyes for a moment. It was such a whirlwind of things to do here, and after, they would go back on the train. And after that, the arena. Who knew what would happen after all that?

"They expect us to hate the Capitol, because of what we're brought here to do. This trip? Now we've met hundreds of people who we are saving from dying, or sending in two of their kids to die." She laughed. "After seeing how much they love us, do you feel angry about going back in the arena?"

What has Enjolras said? That they should still be angry, for everything. Something Cindy agreed with wholeheartedly. She was a damn good editor.