"I'd like to see you try to cut off my pinkies," Finnick answers easily with a wry grin. This is a more normal conversation for them -- and probably the most normal they will ever have. After all, there aren't many people who can joke about cutting off their friend's pinkies -- especially when both those people have killed before. Over the years, it's certainly something he's come to appreciate about Johanna.
There's no point, he knows, in getting drawn into a debate about which of them is more normal. Neither of them are. Neither of them will ever be. He volunteered for the Games at 14 and killed kids older than him with a trident. She pretended to be something she wasn't and killed plenty of people viciously with an axe. Both of them were famous, worshiped, for it. But, he probably sought a normal life more readily than she did. He had tried, and failed, to compartmentalize himself into two people -- the victor and the normal man.
"You've got a whole life ahead of you to find someone who enjoys threats to their pinkies," Finnick points, his tone still light. He doesn't want to wallow about dying, but she does have a good damn chance of building something worthwhile.
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There's no point, he knows, in getting drawn into a debate about which of them is more normal. Neither of them are. Neither of them will ever be. He volunteered for the Games at 14 and killed kids older than him with a trident. She pretended to be something she wasn't and killed plenty of people viciously with an axe. Both of them were famous, worshiped, for it. But, he probably sought a normal life more readily than she did. He had tried, and failed, to compartmentalize himself into two people -- the victor and the normal man.
"You've got a whole life ahead of you to find someone who enjoys threats to their pinkies," Finnick points, his tone still light. He doesn't want to wallow about dying, but she does have a good damn chance of building something worthwhile.