Finnick didn’t consider himself a hateful person. He disliked many people, but his hate only extended to one person in particular and you shared his last name.

“Considering what was discussed, I think you’re very lucky with me.” Finnick looked at you through your cell with a slight smirk void of joy.

He knew you weren’t your father, he sure as hell wasn’t his, but after recounting his trauma for all of Panem, it got hard to draw the line. “At least all I’ll ask you to do is talk. A luxury, I never had.”