Momoko struggled not to scowl. She hated being treated like a child. She'd gotten used to it, of course, thanks to her choice of dress, but the 24/7 child treatment from the Capitol--when they weren't, of course, murdering her horribly--was starting to grate. She pursed her lips thoughtfully instead.

"I see. You have Games so you don't have war." She could see the logic in it, but she also knew not everyone else would and that right there was the failing in the logic. Killing someone's children usually made them pretty pro-war, in certain situations.