"Shit, doesn't sound any crazier than my story. Which is... like... half of Finnick's story. Which, I don't know if you know it, so I'm not going to just randomly tell it to you. But suffice it to say, mine? Is fucked up, too. Not on the same level as being a coyote for eight years, but still fucked up. Believe it or not, I get the shitty social skills thing."
She quirked a smile.
"Do what's best for you. If that means this girl? Awesome. If that means someone else? There you go."