"I probably am." It's a curt, vague and unhelpful answer. He wants her to explain what's wrong here, he wants it to be her words and not his. Instead of all that, he chooses to focus on the complaints. It's so much easier to be irreverent when they're talking about Capitol mandated fun.

"They'll dress you in a lot of things, you'll also figure out the choice part doesn't matter a hell of a lot. It's very Winston Smith meets Battle Royale." He trusts she'll understand at least one of those references and he feels the time has come to be serious.

He exhales, forcing himself not to get too far ahead of himself. Take it slow, baby steps, ease her into it and for the love of god don't make it into an analysis of your psyche. "What happened is that the Ringmaster can bring in anyone he likes from anywhere, anytime. Past, future and present included. I've never met anyone further along the timeline than I was, though. Probably not a surprise, all time things considered. Would you rather talk about why we're here or do we want to talk about why I'm blossoming into a fine young filly and you're still climbing into the shadowy depths of puberty? Because both of those topics suck and we should talk about something better, like baseball. We could throw the ol' pigskin around, forget all the hard stuff. You can ask me about my dreams and I can tell you you're a lesbian."