Finnick can't help but smile, something more genuine, something more himself, at her assessment of them. It's strange and oddly succinct and completely honest. Just days before he had been conniving, trying to find a way into Katniss Everdeen's good graces. And now, here they are, stranded and talking politely at least.

For the last year, it seems as if his entire life had orbited around hers. He'd been shocked as any when two victors had come out of the Games. And then there'd been the call to arms, the request that he go back into the arena to protect this girl who he'd seen only on a television screen.

"It's what we do," Finnick answers simply, leaving the notion of we an undefined and loose group. The worry because they need to control everything around them in order to survive.