The smile on his face is slow growing, and radiant by the time Finnick is done. Cutting the feed? As good as live flames licking through the arena, burning the feather eyelashes right off so many of those empty headed halfwits in the Capitol. The ones who knew how lucky they were and didn't care why, the ones who were so convinced of their own greatness they didn't understand sarcasm.

Laughing, Cinna reaches out to wrap an arm around Finnick's shoulders, pulling him into a quick but warm embrace.

"That's beautiful, man--that's worth it."

Worth dying for, worth bleeding for--worth anything. Worth everything.

Drawing back, he puts both his hands on Finnick's shoulders, squeezing and giving him a friendly little shake.

"That's not just anger, that's embarrassment. That's everything."