The only thing on the Signless's mind was getting away from the cornucopia as fast as possible. Much like Nasir he removed his skates first thing, tossed them aside. He'd have no use for them, let them get in some other tribute's way. He kept moving until he was safely off the ice and a good enough distance away that the sounds of the cornucopia were distant and indistinct.

Only then did he lean heavily against the nearest wall. There were people he should have found and he knew he was going to regret not doing so later, but right now all he could think about was bits of Karkat splattered across the ice. All that time spent protecting him, all the pains taken to make sure he didn't know about the jailbreak and couldn't possibly be hurt or held accountable, wasted.

Wasted because some asshole had decided that now -- at the start of an arena, after everything that had been going on -- was the perfect time to win himself points for being noble. How could he not have expected such fierce and immediate backlash? It was reasonable to assume their captors would be overly-sensitive to any anti-capitol talk right now and would want to shut it down decisively. He must have known he'd just be getting other people killed.

The more he thought about it the angrier he got. He didn't even immediately notice someone else approaching, he was that wrapped up in it.