Well, that fixed the problem bringing up the man. R shifted to stare up at Wyatt for a long moment. The way Wyatt talked, he made it sound like Howard was alive - good! - and Max was...

Maximus was here in the Arena too? Didn't...he win the last one? That should've given him a pass from the whole murdering Tributes thing, if R understood how the Hunger Games worked correctly. R's eyebrows pinched together as he tried to frown, forgetting for a moment he didn't have lips to frown with in the first place. Gazing up at Wyatt looming over him, R slowly bobbed his head in a nod and tried to keep it neutral. Yeah, he knew. He'd nearly broken in his neck falling into Aunamee's hidey-hole the first week.

Unsure of what to say, R spread his hands helplessly, then gave a shrug before he thought it through and realized it might look like he didn't care. That he was blowing off the warnings. It's not that. It's - it's complicated. He'd never met anyone like Aunamee before. His fellow Dead weren't malicious when they were out murdering and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't come up with a good enough reason to explain why Aunamee would do the horrible things everyone said he did.

Anyway, he didn't eat him this time, if that was what Wyatt was gearing up to ask next.