As dangerous as it was to hold one's head high against the Capitol, Phillip had been through rock bottom back at Freddy Fazbear's. He was done covering up the grisly guard deaths just for the company's name and to keep the bots safe. Lot of good that did. He resisted the call to murder his fellow tributes on that principle alone: there was only one person in the Universe that he would willingly go that low, to get his hands dirty. Linden probably knew this man in passing, as he was thankfully not in Panem, but if Gray ever found the one referred to as the Purple Man…no, this was a time to celebrate Tony Stark's win.

"Thanks for the assurance, Sir." He really was thankful and allowed himself to smile at Linden, "I just…I just hope I don't ever have to use those skills again, you know?" he said almost wistfully. Maybe one day, he'd forget the proper combinations of acids to dissolve bone, or how to wash blood off circuitry. It was always nice to dream.