Annie isn’t quite sure why the Capitol dresses her up in the way it does. They embellish her skin with jewels, wrap her in chains that aren’t chains, a fox pelt around her neck and a golden suit that makes her look naked underneath. They force it on her, parade her around like a beast that is to be gawked at before it is returned to its cage—apart from Annie’s cage isn’t just society, or her memories. It’s her mind.
(In all her dreams she drowns.)