[Peeta looks awful, and all Santo really can think about is how he really hopes that these corpses are just corpses and nothing more. Otherwise they're going to have a bad day.

Before he thinks about what he's doing or what he is, and what that could mean to Peeta, Santo reaches forward and puts his hands on the guy's shoulders.]

We're not in the Games, dude. This is real life, as messed up as that is, and while you have the right idea, you're letting yourself get torn apart as well.

Look, you're done out here. I'm taking you to the palace.