No one really cares about us once we win. Or even once we die. The Victor has a year of tours and interviews. And they're set for life, never have to compete again.

But people... forget about you. After that year's Game.

[She looks at him. It's a fair enough trade. Information for information.

Not for the Games, but her Academy was the same way. That the best physical scores didn't always go to the fastest runner. Sometimes it was endurance. Or, as he said, technique.

Whatever they're looking for.]

What sort of promotion is it?