Nixie Summers was everything that Sinead wasn't. She was strong, she was smart, she was passionate, she possessed every survival skill that Sinead didn't. As I narrowed my eyes towards her as she harrowed on with her speech to District Twelve, likely her last one, I realized she was everything in a victor Panem wanted. Sinead wasn't - she was weak, she was boring, she had made it to the top eight somehow without a single kill, and she was just some poor Seam girl from District Twelve.
The speech had commenced and I instantly hopped myself off the pedestal where they kept the families of the fallen. I was determined to talk to Nixie - find out what she saw in Sinead, why she had allied with her for so long until they ultimately got seperated and she was killed by that boy from Nine.
"Nixie," I shouted after her, ignoring her brigade of Peacekeepers surrounding her. "I'm Sinead's sister, Lucia. Can I have a word?"