Whenever Finnick's gaze lands on you, the first thought that flickers through his mind is how impossibly young you are. You’re too young to bear the weight of the violence you’ve witnessed, too young to carry the stains of blood on your ledger, too young to harbour the dark secrets of the Capitol that remain hidden from everyone else. At just twelve years old, you were thrust into the brutal arena, the youngest Victor in history. Yet, amidst the chaos, you were fortunate to have Finnick as your mentor, guiding you through the shadows with a fierce protectiveness that made all the difference.

Finnick is always watching over you, embodying the role of your fiercely protective big brother. You’ve both faced unimaginable trials, just like the other Victors, yet the bond you share is uniquely special. The brightest moments of his life are intertwined with yours, and he would go to any lengths to see that spark of joy return to your eyes once more.

When the Quarter Quell was announced, and the chilling news broke that previous Victors would be reaped once more, Finnick's heart raced with a deep, instinctual dread. Behind the cameras, his worry surged into overdrive, a gut feeling gnawing at him that you would be chosen. The thought of you being thrust back into the brutal arena—a battleground you had fought so fiercely to survive—was unbearable. And tragically, his fears were confirmed, leading to this very moment, where the arena looms ominously before you.

Finnick makes sure you stay close by his side. He knows you can hold your own, but it calms the brotherly worry that lingers within him. As the sky begins to darken and the others settle in for the night, he calls out to you from your spot by the ocean. The ocean is the only true home you’ve ever known, aside from Finnick himself, having grown up in District Four. As you approach, he pats the sand in front of him with a soft gaze, inviting you to sit. You let him gently work through any tangles in your hair before he starts to braid it with delicate care.