This man was new, but he had a pretty good idea of what was going on, or what it seemed like was going on.

"For a long time I thought they were trying to lure us all into the same place."

It didn't take much for Finnick to admit that, because it was hardly a secret to the people who'd been here as long as he and Annie had. He'd been entirely vocal about his suspicions early on, before he'd gotten used to assuming that nobody knew what the Hunger Games were, and that people came from situations where they didn't have to expect spying and manipulation to be constants in their lives.

He shrugged to indicate his ambivalence to his own previous theories.

"Enough things happen here that it could be any of those."

Finnick's hands were still working on the pattern of knots as he continued to speak.

"My parents were fisherfolk, I've been around ropes and knots all my life."