"Maybe," he says, flexing it carefully within the cast. "Raincoat or something." His eyes on the white trappings are sullen, angry still that this place would do that to him. It does it to everyone it seems, the horror of it worse every time. It's already done it to Katniss and Bucky. He wonders what it will do to Tim, to Lux. To Grace, who's so gentle and sweet. She doesn't deserve it.

"This place is really mean," he blurts. "If it does something to you, I'll help you, okay? Just tell me."