Shaw had never had much time to spend on the Games, even before. Sure, some things always trickled through - the big things and the waves they cast, rippling out even to the districts where he'd buried himself for the past six years.
Two victors from Twelve, strange new tributes and year around arenas, an explosion and an escape....
But he'd never honestly paid much attention to the day-to-day stuff. You'd see one kid stab another in the throat, you'd seem 'em all. It was only when they started getting too antsy for their own good, when they started complaining a little too loud, caring not quite enough, and they'd ended up on his desk that he really started caring.
So he didn't recognize Linden off the bat. He hadn't gotten far back enough yet in the 24-hour news cycle to see all his recent misadventures.
But even if he had, he still would have regarded him with dry bemusement.
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Two victors from Twelve, strange new tributes and year around arenas, an explosion and an escape....
But he'd never honestly paid much attention to the day-to-day stuff. You'd see one kid stab another in the throat, you'd seem 'em all. It was only when they started getting too antsy for their own good, when they started complaining a little too loud, caring not quite enough, and they'd ended up on his desk that he really started caring.
So he didn't recognize Linden off the bat. He hadn't gotten far back enough yet in the 24-hour news cycle to see all his recent misadventures.
But even if he had, he still would have regarded him with dry bemusement.
"Apologies still out of fashion, huh?"
Some things hadn't changed, apparently.