dayton maybach | district one | fin

No Shame.

There’s no shame in looking in the mirror and seeing how astonishing you are. A different day and a different word:

Incredible.
Spectacular.
Awe-inspiring.
Remarkable.

It is not even your voice that is speaking them. Keep your lips sealed and they all say it for you. The Unbeatable Dayton Maybach

Champion.
Hero.
Victor.

Relish in the praise. A fandom that calls your name. The celebrations continue on through the night for you. A first place finish that is honoured for weeks. You’re the reason your family found its calling. You stray from the career playing field to the speedway. It is the only place that matters.

Until now.

There was nothing you could do while you watched your cousin be defeated. It has happened before, a long time ago. Just a forgotten sapling on the family tree. But it is happening now, in real time. Portia Maybach was so close to a victory lap but it only took a curse to tear her down. You watched your own family become a puppet on strings, danced around and then brought back to you in a coffin.

That is not how you play at life. You let the crowd carry you like a wave but they’ll always be below you. Nobody is ever above. Or so you thought.

It was about time Maybachs were brought back to Earth. A halt in their venture of conquering Panem with their innovation. Your family forgot about the one thing that mattered. That threatens your young.

The day after Portia died, you didn’t put on your racing suit. You wore your career training uniform with pride. You’ve not forgotten what matters, what will keep you alive. What matters is winning. Winning everything. Winning the death match. Not all Maybachs know how to do it but you do.