"The Capitol has decided that many of the gifts your fellow tributes possess are unsuitable outside of the arena. We are..." His free hand flexed, fingers curling back in against his palm in a hard fist, knuckles cracking softly before his grip released again. He could feel it, the virus in his veins. Still every bit a part of him, but muted. A hum, rather than roar. "...Removed from ourselves. The only way to truly know what your competitors are capable of is to watch the footage."