"Maybe," she smiles. It was far safer to resent him than the Capitol after all. Perhaps he wasn't as ornery as he made out to be then, but was playing a very clever game. Emily knew that it was really too much to hope.

Her brow furrows over as she tries to recall the name, but she'd deliberately distanced herself from the Games during her time in Seven, preferring to be alone in the forests than watching the bloodshed on TV that invariably gave her the flashbacks to her own Games, and the nightmares. "Penny?"