“Well,” says Burdock grimly, “there’s your new house, then.” Only now do I remember the Victor’s Village. Desperate to be alone, I let them take me there, to this strange Capitol cage, which I instantly hate. In the bedroom, they lay me down in the artificially chilled air, and I stare at the wall.
Him letting his house go to absolute shit makes way more sense now than just him being depressed
