He returns the hug, squeezing Cinna gently, then laughs as he's slightly shaken.

"We played them. That night, we beat them at their own game."

A pause.

"You're a legend, Cinna. Katniss is so fond of you, everyone is." Cinna didnt deserve to die. He deserved credit, praise, accolades, respect. Finnick tries to give him that now, since he didn't get enough of it in Panem.

But, he also has to tell him the truth.

"Of course, the Quell still went forward. But we were able to break some folks out of the arena, including Katniss and Peeta. And by then, the momentum was unstoppable. Full war."

Finnick sobers. Fuck, how do you tell someone they died? At a fancy party, no less?

"Unfortunately... You did pay the price for that dress. I'm sorry." He frowns.