Chris was picked out of the arena moments later. They patched him up, fixing up the bruises, cuts and the broken arm, but they would never be able to fix his mind and heart from what they had gone through. If the boy was being completely honest, all of it felt likes some terrible and lengthy dream. All of it felt so surreal to him... In fact it still does. 

Perhaps it's because he was only on the first stage of grief and loss- denial. 

As soon as they believed that he was fixed up enough he was thrown into his prep team who were all gushing and babbling on about the games they had just watched- some of them believing that it was one of the best they have ever seen. Chris just sat through it all, feeling completely numb as they brushed and groomed him, making sure he was presentable before stuffing him into a white suit and shoving him onto the stage where the famous Caesar Flickerman sat, waiting for him. 

"My. Those games were indeed intense. Quite a lot of betrayal going on there, am I right?" Shouts of agreement rang out from the audience, their words being unable to piece out. 

Chris was just looking at his pant's leg, his jaw set as he felt bile slowly creeping up his throat. He didn't want to be here, he didn't want to go through this interview and relive everything. And he most definitely didn't want to relive that again.

"I." He took in a deep breath, trying to calm himself slightly, "I didn't betray Kayla." 

Silence filled the space, Caesar's gentle words ruining it, "we know, we understand. I couldn't imagine what you must have thought when you killed her." 

His clenched his jaw again, reminding himself that he was on TV- his friends and family will be watching this and he can't have them worrying about him. He needs to assure them that he was fine. 

Again, he took in a deep breath and leaned back, trying his best to relax, trying his best to seem fine. 

Some question were fired and some answers were made before they played the footage that they had got from the games. 

The bloodbath, the career's separation, the fall of the city, Kayla's accidental death, the Bradford's fight,  Ashley's plea for death, the showdown between Shelby and Destiny and at last the most recent event. The show down between Chris and Sythia. 

Chris sat through it all, trying oh so desperately to remain strong and to keep a neutral expression on his face. As the minutes went on his heart grew heavier and heavier, his body starting to tremble slightly. How could they all enjoy this? How could they all find it in themselves to smile at the thought of people murdering each other? What was wrong with them all? Are they all psychopaths? Incapable of feeling. 

"I must say, it's hard to pick but I would have to go for the collapsing of the city. When Raphael stepped on that mine and the whole city was collapsing, my heart stopped." Commented Caesar, placing a hand over his heart as if to show how deeply it effected him. Murmurs of agreements reached his statement while laughter met the comment that Chris made. 

"Yeah well so did mine." He muttered, the memory replaying in his mind. "I didn't think I was going to make it out of that place." 

"Well I don't think you're the only one that thinks that! I think i can say on the behalf of all of us that we were all pretty surprised and impressed that four of you managed to escape that. Impressive indeed! Must have helped a bit having that dragon friend of yours!" 

The dingo mutant swallowed, ears flattening against his scalp and his tail remained limp. 

"Yeah." Came out a slightly chocked response, " it sure did." 

He hunched forward, elbows digging into his legs as he buried his head in his hands- his eyes closed- taking in deep breaths. 

"Then I... Killed... Her." 

Those bright blue eyes flashed in his mind, the face of absolute shock when his daggers dug themselves in Kayla's chest and forehead, the blood trickling down her body and staining her skin. 

"It wasn't your fault." Spoke Caesar softly, "there was nothing you could have done." 

More comments were made and more reactions created as the interview continued before it ended. Chris now being free from the prying eyes of the whole of Panem had quickly walked off to an area where he knew he wouldn't be disturbed- the bathroom. 

And there he broke down, bile escaping him as memories of the games plagued his mind- ruining it, making his heart quiver and making more sobs wrecked his body. 

Why does the Capitol encourage on such brutal entertainment?