"Yes. Her Sherlock."

He wondered if the Capitol would keep John, I they threw him away, but he dared not voice those thoughts lest he tempt them.

He frowned at the mention of his hand, almost as of he didn't understand what he was talking about. "It's fine, John. What could you do? Leave it. But you're missing the important part. They've brought another one. My chances of returning after this arena--"