Where I was before I came here--it's a long story, alternate universes--I wasn't exactly respected there, but I was feared. And that did the job well enough.

[It was a novelty. Half the Capitol might have hated him, thanks to the reputation his alternate self had cultivated before Narvin stepped into his shoes, but when he gave an order they followed it.]

I don't crave power or attention or glory, but I admit, I want to be respected. It's...never really worked out for me, however. It seems to be worse, not better, the higher in rank one gets. Everyone is that much more keen to tear you down. I'd hoped I'd be happier as a technician, with no eyes upon me, no judgement. But it's been a long time since I was...normal. Just a civilian leading a civilian life. It's surprisingly difficult to adjust.