Cinna is confused, at first, by Finnick’s seeming hostility…
…but the more he says, the more Cinna understands—and the more he wishes he hadn’t just eaten something because he feels truly sick.
He hadn’t known—but he should have. Should have pressed more when Finnick was suggested as a guardian for Katniss in the arena. Should have asked questions instead of just trusting Plutarch and Coin so he could have done more—shit, he knew Four’s stylist. He could have kept him out of that awful gold netting…
“Finnick—last year was my first working the Games.” He gets out, voice tight and dark features ashen. “Before that…my family’s always hated them. Avoided everything we could. Before I joined the Rebellion, what I couldn’t escape knowing I believed. You got no reason to believe me, but I hope you can: I had no idea. And I’m…deeply ashamed of everything I just said to you, because there is nothing anyone can say that will make any of what you went through better or easier or at all okay. I hope you can forgive me.”
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…but the more he says, the more Cinna understands—and the more he wishes he hadn’t just eaten something because he feels truly sick.
He hadn’t known—but he should have. Should have pressed more when Finnick was suggested as a guardian for Katniss in the arena. Should have asked questions instead of just trusting Plutarch and Coin so he could have done more—shit, he knew Four’s stylist. He could have kept him out of that awful gold netting…
“Finnick—last year was my first working the Games.” He gets out, voice tight and dark features ashen. “Before that…my family’s always hated them. Avoided everything we could. Before I joined the Rebellion, what I couldn’t escape knowing I believed. You got no reason to believe me, but I hope you can: I had no idea. And I’m…deeply ashamed of everything I just said to you, because there is nothing anyone can say that will make any of what you went through better or easier or at all okay. I hope you can forgive me.”