He'd long ago given up on expecting people here to understand his fears. Nobody could fear the arena and its games as much as someone who'd survived it and then had to relive it every year on behalf of his tributes as he tried to help them survive. The people here had shown little willingness to listen to his warning, but now, surely this was evidence that he was right.

He wasn't the only one with loved ones here, and he nodded in agreement when she asked to join him in the tree. There was a risk, but he felt little to fear from Lyanna, for all she was the age of a tribute and he knew well enough not to dismiss her based on that.

"Do you remember anything about how you got here?" he asked. They may as well compare their experiences, and see if she knew anything more than he did. He doubted it, though, when there had been so little the first time he'd come up out of the fountain.