"Rebellions like this don't happen for no reason. Whether their initial grievance was real or not, this just gave them a legitimate one. Even more so all these years later. Most of the children who died in these games had nothing to do with the rebellion. How many of them were even born when you put this treaty in place? You've given every victor, every family member of every tribute a reason to hate you. Eventually, the fear won't be enough to hold that hate back. It'll be a bloodbath. You sacrificed their children thereby giving them a common bond. You never sacrificed your own children to become part of that bond. They'll pay the price as much as you will."

He looks at her with sad eyes. He might loathe her and whoever else is part of the monstrosity that is the Hunger Games, but he can't hate their children. And once the powder keg explodes, there will be no way to shelter the children of this city.