"Temporary or not I have absolutely no intention of being killed again." There was hard ice laced through his voice - an ice that previous to being thrown into the arena would not have been present otherwise. "Of course they act differently between here and the arena but I'm hardly going to ignore data that could otherwise mean our lives later."

He stepped over, right into John's personal space, baring down on him as he spoke incredibly quickly and in a very low tone. Let the capitol strain their ears - and their microphones - if they wished to understand.

"Just because I came back - just because most of us come back - doesn't mean that we all do. Tributes disappear - die in the arena and never appear in the capitol again. It isn't frequent but it is a risk, and I have absolutely no wish to test that."