Finnick doesn't look back again, swimming as fast as he can until they reach the surface. He reaches back for Anthem; he's now freezing cold, somewhat sick from the rapid changes in depths, and the crystals on his arm are causing more pain. He swims over to the small ladder at the back of the boat and hauls himself into it, then helps anthem up with him. The air is frigid, and against his wet skin instantly makes him shiver uncontrollably. He searches the boat for the blankets he hopes are stashed here- and thankfully finds them, throwing one over Anthem's shoulders, one over his own as he huddles down onto the deck.

Looking now more closely at his wrist, it's encircled with purple crystals, and he's not completely sure, but they may be spreading. He touches them with his bluish fingertips, mildly horrified.

"That doesn't seem good."