[Shaking his head, he spoons more food into the mouth and swallows before speaking again.]

My home was destroyed twelve thousand years ago.

[There's no going back. Still, he reaches out and rubs his thumb over Finnick's fingers.]

I am sorry. Truly. I pray your family remains safe.

[If Finnick's world is as violent as he says... well, perhaps they did need him. But saying as much accomplishes nothing, and if the man died with regrets he needn't pile more upon him.]

For now, all we can do is see what this place holds for us. I will look out for you, and I hope you will do the same for me. We will be fine. I believe in this.