Caeser shakes Cato's hand and kisses my cheek in a friendly guesture. He smiles his wide grin, showing what looks like fake teeth plastered into his skull. "Welcome you both. I'm hoping you will enjoy the interview." He says, smiling again. Cato smiles slightly. "Right. I bet we will." Cato is upset at something, I just can't tell what exactly and I know that now is not the time to ask. Cato sets his jaw as Caeser guestures to the couch that Cato and I will be sharing during our interview. Clearly he wants us to go ahead and sit down. I glance up at Cato quickly before following Caeser's simple command.
During the interview, Cato talks most of the time. I listen to his deep voice, strong and full of confidence, with just a hint of arrogance. I smile. His voice washes over me like a wave, reassuring me that he is there with me, protecting me. Making me confidant that he will protect me from any danger the rebels, or even the Capital may dish out."We are going to find out who did this. Not only who killed my father," He takes a breath before continuing, "But who started these rebel groups. He stares at the camera's center, smiling maliciously like he did when he was eighteen. Back when he first spoke with Caeser at the 74th Hunger Games. Caeser turns to Cato in all seriousness. "So. The Hunger Games are rapidly approaching. Are you going to be done with your search for the rebels by the time the Games roll around?" Cato nods as he replies, "We hope to be. When we catch the rebels, President Snow has promised to put them in the arena, along with any other possible tributes that we may reap."
I stifle a squeak of shock and surprise, keeping my face neutral. Snow said no such thing. We haven't talked to him at all... a thought pops into my brain. Unless. No way. Unless Cato snuck out to see him, which he better not have. I specifically told him I wanted us to talk to Snow together, as we both had things we wanted to discuss with Snow. I look away from Cato back at Caeser to see Caeser looking expectantly at me. Oh crap, he just asked me a question. I raise my eyebrow. Caeser smiles barely and tells me once more, "I asked how your pregnancy was going." I smile softly, "Its good." He asks me another question, "And how far are you along exactly?" I point to my majorly bulging stomach and say, "Well, as you can clearly say, I'm due in three months." Caeser nods as he speaks to me again, "Well I'm afraid we are out of time for today, but I wish you both the best of luck with your plans." He turns to the camera concluding, "Thankyou for tuning into Panem News. This concludes our interview with the victors of the 74th Hunger Games, our very loyal District Two citizens, Cato and Clove Jacov!" He lays it on thick doesn't he? Cato doesn't smile at the camera, but instead keeps a straight face, as if he's trying to scare the crowd and whoever else is watching. I also remain emotionless, but I don't try to scare the crowd like my husband. The camera man calls out to us, telling us that we are off the air. Cato nods to Caeser, and before anyone else can talk to us, Cato grabs my hand and pulls me into the nearby elevator, taking us up to our room. Cato's face is neutral. I hate it when he does that. I can't read him, I don't know how to speak to him without him blowing his top off. He leads me through the door of our room and slams it. Cato grabs me by the shoulder and tells me, "We need to talk."
