"Might as well go with you." It's not like he likes it down here. Besides, they're a united front to the other Tributes and Game makers, aren't they? Or something like that. It doesn't hurt that he doesn't really want to deal with the other Tributes while alone anyway.

"Nah, I do this," Renji sighs very quietly at the pat on his shoulder. He doesn't even feel particularly humiliated. He's just... always him. Issui's hand lingers there on his shoulder, and it's a bit of a struggle to not think about that much. "I fell down a hill the morning of the Reaping. I still had leaves in my hair when the styling dealt with me."

He snatches up another knife from the display and handles it a moment. Better balanced than the last one. At least, he thinks so. Throwing anything is tricky given Issui's hand still there. He lines up his next attempt and throws despite it, though. It sinks satisfyingly into the left side of the dummies's chest. That's better.