He nods. Yes, children. It's normal to him, though that doesn't mean it's right or that he's okay with it. But it is normal, in Panem.

"This propaganda is also ingrained from youth. From birth, in everyone everywhere. Twenty four children per year, two offered by each district as penance for their rebellion. In exchange for their lives, those in the Capitol get to keep their riches and are safe from another war in the future. We all avoid a return to the Dark Days. We're all taught that this is the cost of peace. And if we disagree, it's a public lashing, a hanging, or a bullet."

A beat.

"Of course, many of us would rather have justice than peace, so we rebelled anyway."

He appreciates her words. It is always nice when people here affirm that what happened in Panem was terrible and unjust. For him, and for all of them.

"Thank you. It... It takes ten times longer to put yourself back together than it takes to fall apart. So these days I try to stay together." He releases her, smiling softly. "My friends help a lot."

Truly, he'd be completely broken and insane like he was in Thirteen without all the lovely people here who help him, like Beleth.