[She shakes her head. It's been so long since she's mentioned the term to someone not from Panem. She almost forgot other worlds weren't as cruel. That they never had anything like the Hunger Games. Other struggles, perhaps, but nothing that involved exploiting children for the sake of entertainment.

At least, she hopes not.

For a few seconds, she resumes playing with the fletching of her arrow. Thinking. Remembering. When she does talk, she doesn't look up.]

Gamemakers were the people that designed and ran the Hunger Games. In Panem, in my home. Twenty-four children were selected to fight to the death every year. [She glances up now and rolls her eyes.] The highest form of entertainment you could find.