He holds his hand out to Kevin, wondering if his hand will be just as hot as his neck, but he's willing to take the risk. Everyone claimed to care so much about these Tributes while they were fighting one another to the death. But while they were here? In house? Who would look out for them? Who would care about them? People like Kevin and Fee had taught him that what he'd been taught his whole life about the Games simply wasn't so.

They weren't good. Nothing about them was. And he's not sure he can stand being a part of it anymore.

"Come on, Kevin. I've got you."