It feels like it's been ages since he's been in the Capitol. It has been a few years, but not as many as it seems like it's been. He's not sure if he glad to be back - it's not his neighbors that are being sent off to die anymore, but these people didn't ask for this. They don't deserve to be a part of this.

He sighs, keeping to the edges of the banquet hall. He doesn't bother to hide the way he stares at some of the more inhuman looking tributes, and a few he even approaches for conversation. All in all he's doing his best to blend into the background.

But the way he keeps rubbing at his right eye might be a bit weird.

And then the way it pops out when he rubs it too hard is definitely weird.

"Ah, shoot..."