Sebastian watched the announcement, trying not to shake as the emotions flooded over him. Angry? Scared? Frustrated? He wasn't sure, really. He wouldn't have cared a year ago. A year ago he wasn't a mentor - he hadn't ever been in the Arena. His actions would not have drawn attention to him and those close to him. Sure, it would have been terrifying, but not nearly as much as it would have been otherwise.
There had been six Games last year. Six.
And they wanted to keep doing four a year? This was madness - sheer madness... But Sebastian didn't have the words to respond to Hallie - to her question. Sure, it wasn't right, but it wasn't like there anything that they could do about it, was there?
"Because it's the Capitol. They can do whatever the f**k they want." He replied roughly as he stood up and started to storm out the door. "If anyone needs me, I'll be in the f**king basement."
Yes, he would be shooting arrows at targets and pretending it was the face of every single damned Capitol citizen in existence, but especially President Sinclair.
Well. That was short.