Re: [Hotel; Finnick]
There was part of Finnick that wanted to sit Rhys down and get him something to eat, because maybe he would look better if he had. District 4 wasn't known for it's poverty, not like some districts, and the children were normally quite healthy. But he had seen sickness, had seen the circles under the eyes of those in the districts who didn't have enough, and Rhys reminded him of that in a way.
But then Rhys recognized what he was talking about, and even though Finnick knew about the other worlds, knew that there were things beyond his imagination, it was hard to come to terms with the fact that there were books about his world, about the games, about Katniss. Just as Rhys stepped back to look him over, Finnick eased back as well, brows a thin arch over his own sharp gaze. "Katniss won the games last year, yes. I won them ten years ago. There's more than just her in our world, you realise." Though where she could be was a question. Yes, he was grateful for Annie being here, but no one else had shown up. Katniss. Peeta. Mags. Were they alright?
His lips pursed a little as he squared his shoulders. "And we don't kill one another for food. The Capitol makes us. Entertainment. A reminder that they're still the ones we have to be grateful to." Not for long, though, he hoped. Things were changing, just not quickly enough.