Oh... I'm so sorry.

[He feels dumb saying that. It's not enough. He thinks of Katniss' district bombed and burned to the ground. He can't imagine that loss.]

Wait... Twelve thousand?

[That... Doesn't quite add up.]

Thanks. I hope they're safe, too. The worst part is not knowing. I wish I could just... Send one letter. Get one back. That alone would go a long way.

[He smiles faintly at Hythlodaeus' reassurance. Somehow Finnick always believes him.]

Of course I'll look out for you. I don't have superpowers, but I know how to survive, and how to stay sane in fucked up situations. We'll make it.

[He squeezes the other man's hand and returns to his food.]