Katurian glances back at the mirror as though he needs to see it to remember the words Howard is referencing. He looks at his worn, pale face, his tired eyes, and then-- and then he realizes that he can see the same things in Howard, that suffering. This isn't a comfort for him, not at all, because this is still a boy, this is still a kid, and how could this place throw a fucking teenager into a life or death struggle? Katurian's time in the arena was mercifully cut short. He knew there were younger tributes.

He just hadn't seen one before.

"I probably sound like an insane person." He starts a nervous laugh that trails into a sad one instead. "I didn't think anyone was in here."