Howard feels a little bad cutting R off like that, but he doesn't want to talk about Wyatt or Julie now. Not when he doesn't have anything comforting he can say about Julie, although he hopes that she's made enough of an impression in her few days to get a second shot at the Arena.

As for Wyatt...Howard isn't much a fan of that ugly guilt feeling sitting in his chest.

"Eponine. Do you know her? She's...she's like me." Howard finds himself at a loss for words that would be more characteristic of R. Eponine's deprived. She's scared and starved and scrappy. She picks pockets and grabs things from shop windows. Her eyes widen at the food at the Capitol every time no matter how many times she sees it. They aren't the same - Eponine has more moxie than Howard, Howard has more tenacity - but they're alike, which means everything to Howard, because he's always felt so very alone.

"She's French, a little older than me, really skinny, dark hair, dark eyelashes, dark eyes, light skin. I'll point her out to you. She's wearing a really pretty dress tonight." In a way Howard almost sounds like a kid describing his cool new action figure with the karate-chop action. "She's smart and sweet and she has a pretty singing voice."