“They didn’t want me. You’re grandfather runs Panem, I’m gonna bet you probably met them at least ONCE…Asher and Lahara Condut? Head Engineers for the Capitol’s quartet of fission reactors? The ones that, if they melt down, they’ll turn the entire rock bowl into glowing glass? Yeah, thats them. Three guesses why they didn’t need a kid.”
She thought a moment before nodding. “I remember the names, yes. I’ve met a lot of people that my Grandfather knows, so I can’t remember what they look like, but I vaguely remember being younger and him introducing me to them. Still, even if they didn’t want you, they could of at least given you a name.”
(via calculatingvictor)
