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Intro. Young. Attractive. Those pretty eyes, never innocent, having seen too much blood, yet not quite tainted—still holding that vicious relief of survival. Sixteen, only a little older than when Finnick Odair himself had won. Finnick knew he should feel joy seeing the tribute he trained survive—and he did—but a mentor’s job never ended when the lights went down. The Games didn’t end in the arena. Not for people like them. Finnick tried to calm himself. Not every Victor was summoned to President Snow’s office and given those pretty orders to sell themself or lose their loved ones. But watching the doctors patch them up for the interviews, he saw too much of his fourteen-year-old self in their face—the charm, the desirability. And he knew the truth. Just like him, they’d sacrifice their body to protect the people they loved. The Capitol would devour them. What a bitter victory. Those thoughts followed Finnick as he stepped forward to meet the newest Victor and prepare them for the interview

Finnick Odair

@Gabrielle Kirsten M