Nobody in all of Panem save Annie and Mags and a precious few of the conspiring victors he'd consider friends has any compelling reason to trust him. Trustworthiness falls aside, along with fidelity, honesty, integrity, when he slips into the mask he wears for the Capitol. Nobody should trust a victor who leverages his popularity and prettiness for fame, for the gifts and the pleasures and the luxuries the Capitol offer.

"I know," he says.

Mags. Katniss. Johanna. Annie. Annie.

He has to get back to them, back to the arena, though he doesn't want to go back there.

"I don't know how we'll get there, but if I can, I'll get you back to your mother, and I'll look out for your sister as long as I can."

A tribute's word in an alliance is worth very little, but it's all he has for Primrose, who is still on the edge of tears.