Do you think I enjoy it?

Jacob was engulfed in a torrent of anger and frustration after President Snow's departure. The built-up tension found an outlet in his mansion, where he began throwing objects to the ground with uncontrolled fury. The sound of shattered glass and broken furniture filled the air, reflecting the emotional storm unleashed within him.

"Damn it!"

In the midst of the chaos, the door opened, and Haymitch cautiously entered. His gaze landed on the desolate scene, the scattered debris everywhere, and Jacob, overwhelmed by anger, at the center of the chaos.

"Jacob, stop!" Haymitch exclaimed with a firm yet calm voice. His presence seemed to exert a kind of calmness over the rebellious young man. "You won't gain anything by destroying your own home."

"He was right there, it would have been so easy..."

"I know, but not now."

Jacob abruptly stopped, his breathing heavy, and his gaze filled with fury met Haymitch's serene and understanding look. For a moment, the storm seemed to calm inside him.

"I'm sorry, Haymitch," Jacob murmured, dropping his fists and relaxing his shoulders. "It's just... it's all too much. The lies, the Capitol's oppression... It's slowly consuming me."

Haymitch approached slowly, with cautious steps, trying not to disturb Jacob's delicate emotional balance any further. He extended a comforting hand and placed the other on his shoulder.

"I know what you're feeling," Haymitch said with a soft yet firm voice. "But you must remember why we're fighting. We can't let anger and despair consume us. We need to channel that energy into our fight for freedom. Even I am gradually giving up alcohol."

Jacob nodded, his eyes reflecting a mixture of different emotions. He understood Haymitch's words and knew he had to redirect his anger towards a more constructive purpose. He couldn't let anger overpower him; he had to turn it into a driving force for change.

"You're right, Haymitch," Jacob said with determination in his voice. "I won't let my anger consume me. But Katniss was so reckless that now President Snow will be on us... Damn it, not right now..."

Haymitch nodded, his face showing a blend of pride and concern. He knew Jacob had the potential to lead a revolution, but he was also aware of the dangers they faced.

"You knew about that, but those things are insignificant compared to what we're doing now," Haymitch said as he placed a hand on the young man's shoulder. "We're in this battle together, and we'll support you every step of the way."

Jacob nodded once again, feeling a mix of gratitude and determination. He composed himself and began to tidy up the debris in his mansion, transforming the chaos into an opportunity to rebuild and strengthen his resolve.

From that moment on, Jacob knew he needed to channel his anger constructively. He would prepare even more, train harder, and join those who shared his vision of a free and just future. The anger he had experienced would become a powerful force to drive his fight against the Capitol, until his last breath.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

"Good morning, the train has just arrived, and I think we're running late!"

Portia, Jacob's talented stylist, entered the room with elegance and a warm smile. Her eyes met Haymitch's, who was already present in the room, and they silently greeted each other with a gesture of mutual recognition. Both knew they were involved in a greater cause and shared the responsibility of preparing Jacob for his role as the leader of the revolution.

Without wasting time, Portia approached Jacob, who was already ready after his shower. With precise and delicate movements, she began working on his makeup, subtly enhancing his features and highlighting the intensity of his eyes. His lashes received some light touches to emphasize his gaze, conveying determination and bravery.

While Portia worked, Jacob remained silent, his mind focused on the upcoming challenge. He knew that the image he projected was crucial to inspire confidence and motivate those who would follow him in the fight against the Capitol.

Once the makeup was finished, Portia headed to the wardrobe where she had selected Jacob's outfit. It was a simple black suit, with a touch of depth and elegance. Every detail had been carefully chosen to convey seriousness and determination.

Portia helped Jacob dress, precisely adjusting each garment. The suit fit him perfectly, enhancing his stature and giving him an imposing presence. The stylist made sure that every detail was in place, from the buttons to the creases of the pants.

Once Jacob was fully dressed, Portia took a step back and observed him with satisfaction. It was evident that the young leader was ready to face the impending challenge. His appearance reflected his determination and commitment to the cause.

Portia and Haymitch exchanged approving looks, acknowledging the teamwork they had done to prepare Jacob. They knew this was just the beginning of a long and arduous journey, but they were ready to face it together.

With the preparation complete, Jacob stood up from the chair, his gaze reflecting a mix of determination and confidence. It was time to assume his role as a leader and take the revolution to every corner of Panem.

"You look stunning, Portia," Jacob said as he looked at himself in the mirror.

"Well, it's not like I did much... You seem taller, much taller since the last time we met..." Portia held Jacob's head as she looked at him in the mirror.

Haymitch approached with a coffee with alcohol and said, "As manly as ever."

"Well, I hope at least that's the case..."

"Attention, everyone! We're about to shoot the first outdoor scene, where the victors greet each other at the beginning of their marvelous journey."

"Do you know how to do it? Be yourself, the cameras will be there for you." Portia gave Jacob a push towards the door and encouraged him.

"Alright..."