Stopped taking them a few weeks ago was a phrase Phillip both dreaded and understood clearly. A few weeks back was probably during the last arena and as much as Phil argued that Jeremy needed the medicine, there was an element of suspicion he shared with Daryl. The Capitol needed obedient tributes and what better way to keep the most vulnerable in line by dosing them without their knowledge? It made the mentor afraid that, much like his actions here in Panem, good intentions become gutted.

"They were meant to stop the seizures and deal with the hallucinations but..." he spoke as he let Foxy have a round or two with a destroyed plush. Fat load of good the medicine did when Jeremy was faced with survival. But whatever self loathing was about come around, Phil tapered it with a caring smile towards the hunter. "Thank you for knowing the signs over at the Arena..." Daryl could help Jeremy in ways that Phil couldn't, in ways that mattered for the former Phone Guy.

Did their mutual affection, spanning three districts, undermine the purpose of the Hunger Games? Of course. Did Phil believe himself to be above his friends because he was out? Not at all. He felt human when he was around these two, as seen by the way he ran his fingertips along Jeremy's hair and the way he looked at Daryl.

"We'll just move onto therapy, you know? Can't rely on outsiders to, uh, do regular drops..." Choice words to Jeremy's mentor and escort will be unleashed tonight if Phil had his way.