[12,000 years in purgatory. Finnick finds it hard to wrap his head around the experiences of those he meets here, since they're so far from his own they're practically unfathomable. It's odd that he still feels connected and comfortable with this man, despite how different their lives were.
He beams as Hythlodaeus says he has a good head on his shoulders. He's not sure why that feels so nice.]
When placed in the arena, the first thing to do is gather materials, find water, then find food. It's ingrained in me.
[He lifts his bowl to slurp the last bit of his soup broth.]
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[12,000 years in purgatory. Finnick finds it hard to wrap his head around the experiences of those he meets here, since they're so far from his own they're practically unfathomable. It's odd that he still feels connected and comfortable with this man, despite how different their lives were.
He beams as Hythlodaeus says he has a good head on his shoulders. He's not sure why that feels so nice.]
When placed in the arena, the first thing to do is gather materials, find water, then find food. It's ingrained in me.
[He lifts his bowl to slurp the last bit of his soup broth.]
That tasted even better than it looked.