If it hadn't been for that second comment, Hawkeye would have damned any sense of privacy that was expected to give a stranger and he'd have dove to catch the crumpled sheet and look it over. Curiosity was a hell of a thing, if only if didn't involve watching the unfortunate die. Then it became repulsive and wrong, and everything the citizens of this capital city were. Hawkeye catches the boy's glance at the screen and he doesn't dare follow it- the noise he hears from the sets are enough to have him on edge, enough to fuel nightmares for ages to come. When Armin slouched back on the couch, he rocked back on his heels, feeling there was an accusation there.

But when you were looking for ways to be offended, everything was an offense. So he hummed at that.

And he wanted to ask about the arena, about how long he lasted and how he went. But that was the morbid curiosity that was repulsive, and that made him grimace.

"That's right, what a shame," he agrees. "I'm a disgrace through and through- you'll learn. You'll see. What else can you expect from someone who calls himself Hawkeye? And you? Got a name?"