"If the Head Gamemaker, Seneca Crane, had had any brains, he'd have blown you to dust right then. But he had an unfortunate sentimental streak. So here you are. Can you guess where he is?"
Seneca Crane has been executed. I can see where the flower scent is coming from, but what about the blood?
"But after Seneca hesitated, there was nothing left to do than watch your little play. You were pretty good, too, with the love-crazed schoolgirl bits. People in the Catpitol were quite convinced, but not all the districts were."
"Of course you don't know the mood of other districts, but several of them viewed your little trick with the berries as an act of defiance, not love. And if the girl who defied the Capitol, from district twelve of all places, can walk away unharmed, what stops them from having an uprising?"
"There have been uprisings?"
"If the districts rebel against the Capitol, it could bring the whole country down."
"I didn't know it was so fragile."
"It's fragile but not in the way that you think."
"I didn't mean to start any uprisings."
"I believe you. Your stylist turned out to be prophetic with his wardrobe choice, Katniss Everdeen the girl who was on fire. A spark that, left unattended, may grow to an inferno that destroys Panem. Just remember, Katniss Everdeen, if you don't stop this uprising, I can kill your whole family and everyone you know."
"If you need to, just kill me. Arrange an accident. Just please don't hurt my family."