It's an unspoken thing that everyone in Panem knows about the victors: many of them are a little strange. Some drink, some are always angry, some take drugs and Finnick ... Finnick is intense, and prone to losing himself in long periods of melancholy, and to a dislike of being suddenly touched when he's not expecting it. (It reminds him of too many other touches, and that's the only reason he doesn't flinch away, because he's had to learn not to.)

The tension eases out of him as Benedict lets him go, and Finnick gazes at him for a moment before he nods appreciation for the apology. Even after so long here, he's still not used to the fact that people here will show that level of respect and understanding.

"Gunpowder." Finnick doesn't know that word, either. For all his training and experience, he's never held a gun. They're reserved for Peacekeepers, and he's rarely even seen them used. "I don't know what that smells like. But all I smell is the sea."