"You'll be great someday," she says in the night. "People will fall to their knees before you. You will be loved. You will be feared."

"Tell me how," he begs. "Tell me how to win."

She leans forward, her slight body not even rustling the twigs beneath her. "Let me show you."

"I missed you," he says, too quickly, as the edges of her skin fade into starlight. "I'll win for you, this time I will. I promise."

Her smile is a knife's edge, sharp and fleeting. "I know you will."

As the cameras sleep, Cato talks to empty air.