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The children will be their ruin. Victors they may be, but those brats from Twelve are nothing more than children that Abernathy has so cruelly indulged.
But he has made the Capitol see the Districts as nothing more than beasts. And these children, they are not entirely that, and again it is Abernathy’s hand. The Capitol, those foolish dilettantes. It was useful for him once, but now a liability.
They won’t be pleased, no. But he is still the President.
The Districts will fall to him again. As will the Capitol.
How hard can it be to destroy two children?