He takes both as they're handed over and examines them closely. He knows the Neverending Quell hasn't been going on that long; he figured that much when after that stupid news report that twisted his interview mentioned the next arena would be more like the old ones. But the photo of them together clinches it. He'd recognize Kanaya anywhere, and everything about it save the quirks of species is her.

He wants to--to break them in his hand, or throw them down, or something, but he knows how stupid it would be. Instead he hands them back over, polite as you please, then folds his arms. Sort of--tries to--gives up when the frog bowl won't cooperate. It ribbits as he puts his arms down.

"This is stupid," he mutters. Then he looks up. "So what does this mean? Is there some human version of me wandering around, mad at everything for weird Panem reasons?"