"You do not see, Sir. It is evil people - no, not evil. Bad. It is bad people who are honest. They tell you what they will do to you so you know, so that they can see the fear in my eyes before he starts to hit me."

Had she realised that she'd slipped into a personal narrative? If she had, she didn't acknowledge it.

"They are very honest -"

She burst out into a peal of laughter then, harsh in her hoarse voice. "Or perhaps they are only honest when they talk to other bad people? I do not know - for they are all honest with me. It is the people who everyone says are good who lie, always to me. Even here. This Monsieur Snow - he says the Games are a good thing, but that is the biggest lie I know, for I can see nothing good in them at all, Sir."