[Finnick furrows his brow at Emet-Selch, then rolls his eyes and turns his head in the other direction. He can't get a read on this guy; he seems both intent on looking out for Finnick and intent on being rude and grumpy to him the whole time.
And then he speaks again. When he just said he didn't want to talk. Finnick sighs. He's too tired for this, but also too tired to say something snarky and walk away.]
Well, that's weird, because I'm pretty sure I died at least eight times.
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And then he speaks again. When he just said he didn't want to talk. Finnick sighs. He's too tired for this, but also too tired to say something snarky and walk away.]
Well, that's weird, because I'm pretty sure I died at least eight times.