Finnick hasn't. Though he'd never expected to wind up back in the arena until the night the card was read for the Quarter Quell, he still wakes up in nightmares, of his Games, of Annie's, of the ones he's mentored District Four's youths to their deaths in.
Would that be better without the continued pressure from Snow? He can't tell. He can't imagine what his life would be like if he hadn't been dragged into the trap that fame and beauty set for victors.
He's not naive enough to think it will just take changing the President, though: it's a regime that needs changing, not just its head. If anyone knows that, it's Finnick: Finnick, who knows the full depths of Snow's depravity but also knows the dark secrets of the rest of the Capitol's political elite.
"I don't know," he says, a little more gently than he's been speaking. "But it'd be a good start."
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Finnick hasn't. Though he'd never expected to wind up back in the arena until the night the card was read for the Quarter Quell, he still wakes up in nightmares, of his Games, of Annie's, of the ones he's mentored District Four's youths to their deaths in.
Would that be better without the continued pressure from Snow? He can't tell. He can't imagine what his life would be like if he hadn't been dragged into the trap that fame and beauty set for victors.
He's not naive enough to think it will just take changing the President, though: it's a regime that needs changing, not just its head. If anyone knows that, it's Finnick: Finnick, who knows the full depths of Snow's depravity but also knows the dark secrets of the rest of the Capitol's political elite.
"I don't know," he says, a little more gently than he's been speaking. "But it'd be a good start."