finnick odair was a mentor; which in morbidly could be summarizard as preparing various district individuals for their incomming deaths. because if anyone was to be honest, the odds for the non-luxury districts having tributes make it out alive was a rarity.

yes, there were odd cases, like mags from district 4 in the 11th hunger games, finnick himself, also district 4 in the 65th hunger games, and haymitch in whatever hunger games he was in, the guy seemed too busy drinking whenever finnick encountered him in he yearly victors tours. mostly, the winners of the games were careers from district 1 or 2. that's just how it was.

"my advice? be likable." finnick noted to his mentee, eyeing you from over his glass of water as he took a drawn-out sip. "if the people like you, you get allies, sponsers. that's a default tip though. even a fish could come up with it." he added moreosley, before flashing you a dimpled smile that carried no humor. "fun, right?"