[Kanaya's efforts are awkward but so well-meaning he can't hold the stilted tone against her. He even laughs once, the not actually funny but stressed enough to take the joke anyway kind.]

[But talking about it... Talking. How does he really do that? He doesn't have the multiple world experience Nill had been through to get used to it, and right now everything is still so heavy and fresh. It hasn't sunk in fully that he's away from it - truly away, not just the not-the-Capitol away that came when he was brought to District 13. It probably won't for a long time, and he wonders distantly how much he can trust this hive, if he won't fall asleep in one block and wake in a panic because some mismatched aspect made him think even for a moment that he might be in the Capitol again.]

[It would be hard, though, to hide how much everything affected him. He takes in a deep breath then lets it out slowly.]

I was in a place called Panem. There were a bunch of us, not just trolls or even the humans from the Earth we made, but people from all different worlds. And they--there was this game, the Hunger Games they called it--they put us in that. And all of us, we had to survive for weeks against... traps, animals, monsters, environmental hazards, but--but also other tributes. That's what they called us, tributes. They made us fight each other, and whoever was the last one alive won, and got out--and then they revived us all and made us do it again, and again, for everyone watching in Panem, until the rebels finally got enough traction to start a war against the Capitol.

[By the end his arms are crossed tightly over his chest, and again his gaze is off somewhere besides her.]