"It's okay--when victors don't serve the Capitol's purposes anymore, they tend to get forgotten." Cinna reassures him. "Like the boy who won the 8th Hunger Games--Harv was his name. For a time, life was a fair amount easier in some parts of District 11 after he won--several families got extra tessarae without having to add to their children's entries in the Reaping. That was Harv's doing. See, he was like you: a good looking young man with a lot to offer. Charm, wit, and...favors."
Cinna picks up a cake for himself after offering one to Finnick, pausing for a bite.
"He traded those favors for the extra tessarae. Certain amount each year when he made his annual visit to the Capitol to see his...'friends.' One of them was special, a young lady named Ambrosia. Capitol girl who didn't like the Games, but she liked Harv, and he liked her. After that first visit, he came to see her every year--always his last stop. First, it was just to see her...then it was to see her and Cinnamon, Ambrosia's daughter. Their daughter."
He pauses to lick a smear of sugar off his thumb with a knowing smile.
"I was named after my Mamaw. She was a good lady, Ambrosia...she was the one who taught me to hate the Capitol for keepin' her mom and dad apart."
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Cinna picks up a cake for himself after offering one to Finnick, pausing for a bite.
"He traded those favors for the extra tessarae. Certain amount each year when he made his annual visit to the Capitol to see his...'friends.' One of them was special, a young lady named Ambrosia. Capitol girl who didn't like the Games, but she liked Harv, and he liked her. After that first visit, he came to see her every year--always his last stop. First, it was just to see her...then it was to see her and Cinnamon, Ambrosia's daughter. Their daughter."
He pauses to lick a smear of sugar off his thumb with a knowing smile.
"I was named after my Mamaw. She was a good lady, Ambrosia...she was the one who taught me to hate the Capitol for keepin' her mom and dad apart."