Panem.

[The word is tested, said without any connectiom.

Panem. District Two. Hunger Games. She has no power of association. No memories or fears. None born from that, at least.

She considers it carefully. Her guilt and sincerity are obvious.]

I... I'm sorry. I don't remember.

[Her eyes widen suddenly, struck by a though. She smiles again.]

Wait! You know me. So! So--

Do you know who gave me this? What he's like? Please?

[Still so sincere. And so full of happiness and hope.]