"...For the Love of God!" Cecil exclaimed. He was not, however, commenting on the skull, but on the small plaque hanging on the wall beside the display, on which was printed the name. He was not sure how the name related to the piece itself, unless it was supposed to reflect the viewer's intended reaction.

He sounded impressed, though, and he leaned to look at the skull from another angle, admiring the way the light played off of the diamonds. "I like it," he declared, as though the room had been waiting for his opinion. "It looks kind of like the shoulderpieces the stylists had designed for District Six in their last appearance before the Fifty-Fourth Hunger Games! ...Though those are in a different museum." One with whose contents he was, obviously, rather more familiar.