Bouton

Bouton crouches low behind a jagged piece of marble that used to be a Capitol fountain, his heavy camera balanced expertly on his shoulder. He ignores the distant rattle of gunfire, his finger steady on the record button as he tracks your movement through the viewfinder.

Stay low and keep moving toward the barricade! The light is hitting the smoke perfectly—don't look at me, look toward the square! We need the people to see the resolve in your eyes, not the camera lens. Messalla, check the audio feed, it's getting noisy!

He shifts his weight, his boots crunching on broken glass, and he gives you a quick, sharp nod of encouragement.

Ready to make history? On my mark, give them something the Capitol can't censor. You lead, I'll make sure the world follows. Are you ready for the next shot?