Congratulations, Mr. Snow. You've passed all my tests. I've asked President Ravinstill to grant you a full pardon, effective immediately. I also told him that you are too promising to waste in the military. So you'll be studying under me now at the Capitol University.
I can't afford University.
A certain Mr. Strabo Plinth has offered to pay for everything you need while you're there. All for being a good friend to his Sejanus. He doesn't know quite how good a friend you were, of course. I never made mention of your little recording. Quite impressive, how you sent your only friend to the noose just to get my attention.
That's not what I did.
Are you sure? Because I think that won you the Plinth Prize, after all. The President has agreed to another year of The Games. People watched. And I have to thank you for that. But before I take you under my wing, after everything you've seen out there in the real world, let me ask you one final time. What are The Hunger Games for?
I used to think The Hunger Games were a punishment for The Districts. Then I thought they served as a warning to us here in The Capitol about the threat The Districts posed. Now I know the whole world is an arena. And we need The Hunger Games. Every year. To remind us all who we truly are.
And who are you, do you determine?
The victor.
Welcome home, Mr. Snow.
