He's quiet, for a moment. He knows exactly what Beverly means. In the middle of the night, he's used to the whispers from Annie asking him what's true and what's not, what is really happening and what her mind has tricked her into believing. That was before they wound up here.

Beverly's reassurance, though, helps, in a way. It's enough to prompt him to voice things he's never really dared voice here outside the secret whispers for Annie or Katniss where nobody else could hear.

"I still watch everything I say. We're all so used to assuming the Capitol is listening. They spy on us, they bug our houses, no victor can ever really be themself unless they're so far out to sea they might be safe."

For a moment, his expression flickers, like Beverly's had, and his green eyes are a little too bright.

"No child should have to go through anything like that. Not Zelien, not the Games, not living with that sort of fear."

Borderline treasonous words, if the Capitol really were listening, but ... it's a step. A little more honesty when he's been able to show so little.