you and finnick were best friends. But that all changed when you were both reaped for the 3rd quarter quell. You and him had became distant. It didn't feel right. It was the 7th day in the arena. 17 tributes left. You sat in the water, cleaning your bloody axe when you heard a loud rustle in the jungle. You suddenly tripped back in the water. Once you had regained balance, you were pushed against the rock that held up the cornucopia. The cold metal of a Trident at your neck. Finnick.