It's more than Finnick expected, a veritable flood of emotion he really hadn't seen coming. Jason has felt something like a kindred spirit since his first day here, beyond a simple mutual respect of Katniss. He hadn't put too much thought into exactly why.

It feels alarmingly obvious now.

He wraps the vine around one finger and tugs tight, focusing on the way it cuts into his skin.

"If you died, how did you..." he asks, his voice quieter. "How is that possible?"