"Oh... not really." He frowned a bit. "They're... they're historic Games." His mouth was dry as he talked about it. He couldn't look at her so he focused on straightening the things in his arms. Having to watch death over and over and over didn't make it any easier on him and that was at least painfully obvious by the way that his shoulders tensed and his face looked so uncomfortable.

"Thank you for your help," he adds, because it's a change in the subject.