He'd been expecting it, but it still caught him off guard - even though his wire-protected hand shot up and grabbed the blade. He went instantly still when he heard the voice, however.

No. It couldn't be.

He would have known. Would have saw him on the dias, at the cornucopia, in the capitol --

They wouldn't have brought him here, now, without even a chance for him to see, without even a chance for him to check --

"John?" He asked, his voice cracking.