"Why wouldn't we be humans?" From beneath the crocodile tears, a look of confusion crept slowly across his face. The unspoken questions, of course, was why would being a Tribute be dehumanizing? At least any more so than life as usual in the Capitol. He pondered deeply, visibly, the gears turning in his head turning in quick and efficient succession. He couldn't figure it out. At least not now.

"I don't hate them. I just want them to win. I want what's best for them." The existential angst in his tone had dissipated only to be replaced by a peculiar, utterly sincere intensity. "They have an opportunity that a lot of people want. I can understand why they might be upset, I guess." He shrugged his shoulders. Even that was efficient, almost mechanical. "But they need to understand that in this world, people want the opportunity to do what they do here."