Finnick looks at the floor, words leaving him. He thinks it's such a foolish thing to hope for, but he'd be hoping too. Hell, if someone showed up right now he'd be hoping they'd be there to take him home, and he's barely been gone a day. When he speaks, his voice is hollow with remorse.
"I'm sorry," he says, looking up at her. He's still too fragile himself to be harsh with her.
Still, they can't do this here. It's no District 13, but he certainly doesn't feel safe enough here to let himself fall apart in any capacity. He swallows and looks around at the walls of his cell and says, "Can you get them to let me out of here now?"
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"I'm sorry," he says, looking up at her. He's still too fragile himself to be harsh with her.
Still, they can't do this here. It's no District 13, but he certainly doesn't feel safe enough here to let himself fall apart in any capacity. He swallows and looks around at the walls of his cell and says, "Can you get them to let me out of here now?"