He let himself rest against the door for a moment or two. This was fine. This was more than fine. He was locked out, a future of danger and death before him, but Signless was safe. Without having to save face in front of Signless, Psii let his worry and indignation slip into something like sadness. He might not see him again.

"Maketh thenthe, thinthe you have the key. Well, I'm not going to athk you to try the door or thomething elthe equally thtupid. You're where you're thuppothed to be, and.... tho am I."

He shifted to lean his back against the door, keeping an eye on the hallway. He'd try to muster up something meaningful to say, but he was constantly aware of the Capitol's cameras and Panem watching him. He'd bequeath all his possessions to Signless, except he didn't have any.

"You and your fathe hairth jutht thit tight. It'll be over thoon."