A year? Finnick's heard of people dying for minutes before being brought back. And he's endured some pretty horrific injuries himself that the Capitol was able to erase the minute he became a victor. But he's never heard of anything that could bring someone back after a year without life.

He's starting to agree with Katniss's assessment - Jason's a mutt. There's no other explanation.

Discomfort coils tight in his belly and his muscles tighten, but he stays as he is. Not for the first time, he regrets leaving his trident in his beach hut.

"A doctor?" Finnick says, trying to find some other reasoning. One that makes more sense, one that means Jason isn't a monster. "Or maybe... maybe you weren't actually dead."