Whispers envelope the halls of the museum, the ceilings so high that it's almost like an echo. They start before the lights flicker back on but, once the broadcast is over, they only intensify. Brutus says nothing, just glances around at the Capitolites and victors alike as they discuss what they just saw. He may be more about strength, but he's not stupid, either.

He doesn't really know what's going on in the districts, but even the Capitol can't hide everything from someone who lives here just as much as he does at his own something. Darkness is brewing somewhere and he doesn't want to be caught in the crossfires. Wants to know what he's supposed to say before he tries to say anything at all.

Which is maybe why, when he's finally ready to talk, he turns to the first safe victor he sees. Xiomara, from his own district, trustworthy enough. A good starting point as he gathers information. "Have you heard what the fuck that was yet?"