Firo was relieved that Phil didn't argue. Because it was really hard to make compelling arguments while most of you was focused on holding out as long as you could against the rat horde.

Holding out, of course, being a matter of principle. He knew he didn't have a chance in hell.

As he pressed his hand against the blood pouring out of his neck, he made a quick mental note to apologize for making his friend see this. That was, if they both were deemed entertaining enough to revive in the Capitol.