The picture Finnick paints of his wife leaves a smile on her face. Ah, he is indeed quite stricken with her--it suits him, she decides.
The smile quickly fades when Finnick reveals that he had died. Brow furrowed, she looks like over, like there would be something obvious, or that he would suddenly be dying right in front of her--but no, that's silly, and the only scars she sees are the ones that she witnessed being created. Still, it doesn't remove the worry from her face.
"You mentioned that you married her during a rebellion--against your President, I assume. Is that what happened?" It seemed more a fitting way for a man like Finnick to die, fighting against the hideously corrupt President that ruled this Panem, than something more ignoble.
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The smile quickly fades when Finnick reveals that he had died. Brow furrowed, she looks like over, like there would be something obvious, or that he would suddenly be dying right in front of her--but no, that's silly, and the only scars she sees are the ones that she witnessed being created. Still, it doesn't remove the worry from her face.
"You mentioned that you married her during a rebellion--against your President, I assume. Is that what happened?" It seemed more a fitting way for a man like Finnick to die, fighting against the hideously corrupt President that ruled this Panem, than something more ignoble.