The problem with questioning their pretenses is that it assumed they didn't wholeheartedly believe them. Swann believes with every inch of her tiny being that non-Capitolites are less evolved, have battle in their blood and not enough brains to know what's good for them. And as long as proper Capitolites like Augustus and her father are slaved under the regime to keep things running, she'll keep believing that these usurpers only stand because they're forcing others to prop them up.
She almost looks forward to the day her father dies, if only because she knows he'll destroy the country's media circuit before he lets it fall into their hands completely. She longs to see their reactions, their panic, the way their inferior DNA will slap them in the face.
Capitolites built a world while Districters dug in the dirt for potatoes. They'll do it again.
"They didn't even make it to the city before they killed their original precious leader," she says, bouncing the baby in her arms as he tries to focus his eyes on either of the adults swimming in his vision. "I was down there. I saw the fallout. It's in their bones, they can only last so long without attacking each other."
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She almost looks forward to the day her father dies, if only because she knows he'll destroy the country's media circuit before he lets it fall into their hands completely. She longs to see their reactions, their panic, the way their inferior DNA will slap them in the face.
Capitolites built a world while Districters dug in the dirt for potatoes. They'll do it again.
"They didn't even make it to the city before they killed their original precious leader," she says, bouncing the baby in her arms as he tries to focus his eyes on either of the adults swimming in his vision. "I was down there. I saw the fallout. It's in their bones, they can only last so long without attacking each other."