Oh! What a blessing. He's been graced the presence of the muted angel. He'd hardly say he had favourite tributes, not with his position being what it was. The correct route was to cheer for those of his district.

Of course, that didn't mean he followed that rule.

Her death had been, quite unfortunately, gruesome. He recalls many a fellow capitolite watching through their hands. He hadn't, but still.

He nods quite enthusiastically at her gesture to the screen. How could he help but enjoy the Carnival scene, even with the circumstances at hand? But to show his sympathies, he folds his hands together and gives a small bow before her. On rising up he gives a helpless smile and shrug. Perhaps next time, muted angel.