Decision made, Finnick steps a few yards into the brush, inspecting the nearby trees for the perfect, useable vines before finding a sharp rock on the forest floor.

"You could say that," Finnick remarks, grabbing the rock in one hand and reaching for one of the thicker vines with another, pulling it down closer. "I was fourteen my first time in the arena. There wasn't supposed to be a second time, but--" He stops for a moment, glancing up at Jason to flash a small, strained smile, "Well. As I'm sure Katniss has told you, things don't always work like they say they will in the Capitol."