"Hah," Annie says. It's soft, but bitter. It's also a deliberate sound, a scoffing she can make because she's here and the walls don't care about treason or sedition.

"The districts are the body of Panem. The Capitol is the head. We work for the Capitol and the betterment of all, and the Capitol loves and guides us, and... We ain't exactly taught much history. Least not the kind that I've been readin' on the computers here."