Wyatt slanted Max a look from the corner of his eye, a silent communication, as Hawkeye launched into another stream of words - more in seconds than either of them bothered with in hours.

Then the blue eyes flicked back to Hawkeye, steady and unblinking.

"The Capitol don't care who you are," he said, his words by comparison slow and measured. That same unhurried drawl. "I was a U.S. Marshal, Max... he was a gladiator, an' a soldier - a general - before that. An' I already told ya yer about the third er fourth doctor I've met. They take us all the same."

The ultimate equalizer, the Capitol. Whoever they were, wherever they'd come from, they'd all turned into the same.

Tributes. Slaves.

Dead men walking.