Seneca watches the show with a small smile as he sees and hears his answers. It makes him feel slightly uneasy like maybe they shouldn't have prodded so deep into all the facts about his brother after all that could be such a touching subject. He knows what that is like to be asked about someone you have lost and have it rubbed in your face and all the details broadcasted across everywhere. All the things that you know and they know hurt you dragged up and out shown of to the world. And then they would make it all into some sorta of show to prove almost that he had survived it but what was it to survive when the capitol had been the ones that caused it all. It was all there fault what had happend but still he knows that he is trapped in this land of lies unable to do anything about it.
This thought makes a hot surge of anger course through him making a knot form in the pit of his stomach. His fists curl and his nails dig hard into the palms of his hands making it hurt a little bit he must control this. The last time he got into trouble for it. Getting to his feet he decides what he is going to do and walks back down the middle down the steps heading to the side of the stage. He looks round for him with a small sigh.
This thought makes a hot surge of anger course through him making a knot form in the pit of his stomach. His fists curl and his nails dig hard into the palms of his hands making it hurt a little bit he must control this. The last time he got into trouble for it. Getting to his feet he decides what he is going to do and walks back down the middle down the steps heading to the side of the stage. He looks round for him with a small sigh.