She doesn't think, doesn't pull away even when she notices the tension in his body. Maybe she should have thought twice. Actually bothered to remember the tale Finnick weaved in that propo, to realize that the clothing he's currently standing in is the arena outfit from the Quarter Quell. He's not the Finnick from District 13, the Finnick who had helped her out when everything seemed so impossible. He doesn't know. He doesn't know so much. Has yet to live through.

To die during.

The realization hits her hard. She lets go suddenly and takes a step back. Katniss stares at him, a haunted and confused look in her eyes even as she uses the back of her hand to wipe away any lingering tears.

He doesn't know.

"I'm- I'm sorry, Finnick."