[They had both been lost in the role, Finnick hat thrown his spear at him, while Moran had shot Yazoo in the shoulder, both seriously injuring him while chasing him through the city and up a building.
He has seen people get angry and defensive over less, to be fair.]

I wouldn't have let him hurt you, okay? Believe me when I say that. There are lines.

[And it will be one of the many things he'll have to talk about with Yazoo, once he finally sees him again while not being inside this hell hole of theater, playing a role to amuse someone they can't even see.
In District 3, if Sebastian caught this right.]

Yeah. Fuck, I need a drink. Badly.

[Sebastian nods and groans, rubbing his face once again.
All of this turned into such a mess, and he isn't sure which is thanks to them being trapped in here and which is just ... thanks to themselves.
Not like he doesn't have a habit for getting himself into dangerous situations on purpose, anyway.]

Seen any other bubbles around, or did he take the only one?