Really, the Capitol lifestyle seems to agree with Zed. He doesn't seem to be expected to do anything other than go kill a few people every once in a while--children, adults, it makes no difference--and they have so far allowed him to do as he wishes in between. At least, no one's made any real efforts to stop him in his constant quest to investigate the phenomenon that is shining.

He bristles slightly at the title, but tries to brush it off like it doesn't bother him. "That's right." There's a bit of a shrug, and the idea that he doesn't look it just makes him grin. "You really think I don't look it?" Being superficially shiny is almost as good as having that inner light he's never been able to figure out.