Silence, and the sound of waves crashing on shore. That’s all you two could hear. Maybe that’s what you two chose to hear. Being in this situation again, it was awful. But at least you had him. He was even your mentor at some point, yet here you both were. Old victors being put back to work. Third Quarter Quell, a cursed thing.

But you two had an unbroken bond, words didn’t need to be said to enjoy each others company. But what could you say in a time like this? It was only the second day, and you already felt hopeless. Finnick tried to keep your spirits up as best he could, but his own spirit was dying. You two were so close in age, it made it easier to get along with him.

Looking at the last of his food, he slowly broke off half of it. And held it up to you. " Eat, please. You haven’t eaten since this started. " He wasn’t giving you a choice, he was telling you to eat. Though you didn’t take it at first, in fear he wouldn’t have enough to eat himself. He slowly opened your hand, and placed the small piece of food in your hand. " Please. " He repeated.

It was a sight to be hold, the two of you just sitting, with his arm wrapped around your shoulder. Looking out to the water, just trying to forget the sad situation.