She takes in his appearance. The perfectly coiffed hair, the familiar jumpsuit from the arena. And the way that stupid bracelet seems to glint in the light. She remembers that bracelet. It had been Haymitch's, a token to go with her pin and Peeta's locket. His not-so-subtle way of telling her to trust Finnick even when she didn't want to. But Mags came with Finnick. And she had wanted the old woman as her ally.

It seems like a lifetime ago. In so many ways, it is. They had all been different people, playing a different game. She hadn't trusted that Finnick. She hadn't learned to trust him, even like him, until they had suffered together in District 13. He had been worried about his Annie. And Katniss...

She shakes her head, willing the memories away. She can't go back there. Can't go to that dark place where she hid in closets and had to remind herself daily who she was. Tie knots in Finnick's rope when he could bear to part with it.

Forever ago. And yet...

She doesn't stop to think. Holding her bow so tightly that her knuckles turn white, she launches herself from her seat and runs towards him to wrap her arms around his waist in a tight hug. There are tears on her cheeks, tears she can't seem to stop.

But it doesn't matter. It's Finnick. He's here. Alive. Or something like it. He's already seen her at her weakest.