It hurt Courfeyrac to have to explain things to Joly. The situation was dire enough without all of the messy details which made it more like a festering wound. "We were sent out to the Districts, just before the Arena began. Mine was so poor, so desperate. They are farmers out there, but the food they grow is not for them. It is for everyone, and mostly for the Capitol."

He recalled the faces of the people of District 11 and how worn out and sad they'd seemed. All they'd wanted was a chance to see their Tributes, and even then they were pushed away, kicked down, trampled by the police. And for what? He wasn't even sure.

"We will have opportunity to discuss this once the Arena is over. You will see." He wanted to leave that conversation there, just in case the Gamemakers were able to keep up with what they were saying. He walked over to their supplies, gesturing to them. "This is what we have managed to gather and store up."