His head whips around so fast at her admission, and it takes all the self control he has to keep his face from fluttering with shock, with anger, when they're about to go get their fucking pictures taken.

Her father is a Gamemaker. How does that even happen? Aren't they all from the Capitol? He doesn't have a lot of time to digest this properly.

Cassian catches Sabina's eye, and she gives him a Look, confused and stern, gesturing for him to follow suit. He knows the drill. Once the crowd stops cheering, he's supposed to slip out after her. He takes a deep breath and swallows up the fury in his chest, pasting on a dull if not bright smile as he follows Jyn out. He waves, but it isn't a surprise that the excitement is felt more strongly from all the prep teams and stylists and organizers than it is from the hot, sweaty, tired crowd forced to attend the spectacle.

Everything is a spectacle. Her father is part of designing the spectacle.

An assistant grabs Cassian's arm, moving him appropriately until he's standing again beside Jyn, though she's the one centered in front of the Hall. She's the newest Victor, she's the star. Cassian's just here because he is popular and the Capitol likes to use him to show the outer Districts that anyone can reach his success too. That no one is safe.

The flash goes off, and then he turns to face Jyn, the smile still on his face even if his eyes are alight with the fury of the Games.

He holds out his hand. Another flash. "Congratulations."