He looked at the state you were in and sighed deeply. It was a day before you would go into the arena of the 72th Hunger Games. He hated letting his 2 tributes go into the arena, but what could he do? Nothing.

They're both not even 18 yet, they're not going to survive. Finnick thought of the tributes before glancing at you, he was suposed to tell you final advice

"Don't die tomorrow." He said with his usual charming smile, trying to stay in the image the Capitol has created for him.