He could make guesses, could analyze Capitol psychology, could even relate it to how highbloods could enjoy killing lowbloods like it was a right they were owed. It's the same in a lot of ways and he feels that acutely when he allows himself to think about it.

"I don't know," he says instead, and it's equally true. He can't understand anyone watching this and feeling anything other than revulsion.

"And... I know it's not enough. Nothing we can do individually will ever be enough." Because 'enough' would mean being free, would mean the end of the Games, would mean to an extent the end of Panem. He can't say that here and he can't pretend that any one of the tributes who wants to work toward it could do it all by themselves.

"But if we all do the smaller things we can do, those smaller things will build on each other."