After all that serious talk, Finnick's smile was sudden and out of place. "You did? Don't worry; you're not the only one who's done something like that."
For a moment, Finnick was reassured, but then Liam spoke. He meant well, but the words weren't much consolation. "So... if I'm not mad, what's going on? It's only a matter of time until Annie dreams the Games, and--"