Finally did the math, did you, sweetheart? Worked out you won’t be going in alone?

Since the last Games, something’s different. I can see it.
I look in his [Finnick’s] eyes, at his face, and realize he’s barely holding back tears. Mags. The least I can do is give him the privacy to mourn her.
“I am not pretty. I am not beautiful. I am as radiant as the sun.”