Really, the combination of the scabs and the ointment looks hideous. I can't help enjoying his distress. "Poor Finnick. Is this the first time in your life you haven't looked pretty?" I say. "It must be. The sensation's completely new. How have you managed it all these years?" he asks. "Just avoid mirrors. You'll forget about it," I say. "Not if I keep looking at you," he says.
Hey, Finnick, come on in! We figured out how to make you pretty again!
Why? Do you find this" - he strikes a ridiculously provocative pose - "distracting?
Lucky thing were allies, right? -Finnick Odair
So that's who Finnick loves, I think. Not his string of fancy lovers in the Capitol. But a poor, mad girl back home.
I wish she was dead,' he says. 'I wish they were all dead and we were, too. It would be best.
I don't know what it is with Finnick and bread, but he seems obsessed with handling it.
It's as if I'm Finnick, watching images of my life flash by. The mast of a boat, a silver parachute, Mags laughing, a pink sky, Beetee's trident, Annie in her wedding dress, waves breaking over rocks. Then its over.
Did you love Annie right away, Finnick?" I ask. "No. " A long time passes before he adds, "She crept up on me.
Well, I can't leave Mags behind," says Finnick. "She's one of the few people who actually likes me.
And random bits of happiness, like Finnick and Annie's newborn boy.
I’m stopped by the sight of Finnick kissing Peeta.
Want a sugar cube?- Finnick Odair,
