"I feel like that's impossible," Halsin muses as he tilts his head back, still holding the small smile in place though it doesn't quite reach his eyes. He is more relaxed at the moment though as Finnick settles beside him.

He clenches his jaw, just a little tic of pain when Finnick states they don't have to talk and he appreciates it. It would be easy to take the way out offered to him so he can remain silent and strong just like always, a steady rock in the middle of the storm but he feels so weary.

"I can't shake them," he starts, his voice low with a hint of pain. "The memories, the shadows, everything I saw and felt..."