Sharp felt cold anger rise inside him, but he tried his best to push it down. Roy wasn't the source of that anger, even if he'd reawakened it. He knew should sympathize with him.
"Listen, that's horrible, and I'm so sorry that happened to you but . . . We all have stories like that. The games took volunteers this year, but that doesn't mean we want to be here. We were each forced into this for one reason or another, just the way you were."
He didn't share his own story. This wasn't the time for that.
"I'm not trying to write off what happened, I'm just saying . . . you don't see me attacking people. Even when it's in my best interest, believe me."
He sighed, knowing how preachy he sounded. Hating how he sounded like him.
"I guess I'm just trying to say that . . . I understand your reasons, but that doesn't change the fact that you aren't safe for my teammates to be around."
"And . . . and maybe later you won't be safe around me. I'm not threatening you, I'm just saying that's how this game works. That's all."
Sharp had no idea if he'd misunderstood, or even made things worse. He was terrible with people. But he'd said his piece and that was good enough for him.