Finnick considers the wisdom of offering information about Panem unsolicited; after a moment he decides that it's safe enough, since the topic is hardly one that is a secret in Panem, or wouldn't be if anyone knew enough to be able to draw the comparison.
"There aren't any ruins that old where I'm from."
Whatever ruins there are, like the often-shown ruins of the Justice Building in District Thirteen, are far more recent, dating no earlier than the Dark Days.
His head tilts a little as Hawke continues speaking. He doesn't like thinking too hard about the uneasy suggestions that they've all been here before, that they're not really themselves, but there's something else in Hawke's speculation that's less unpalatable. "There were people here from my future for a while, that knew a few months further ahead than I did, and I could never even understand that. None of them remembered things differently to me."
He's reminded again of just how little he knows. He wouldn't have thought that was even possible, and he has no understanding of how it could be. Fortunately, Hawke goes on to something else, equally unlike Panem but much more approachable as a topic of conversation.
"That sounds incredible," he says, his voice a little wistful. "Where I'm from, people can't travel without permission. What were you doing, traveling so much?"
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"There aren't any ruins that old where I'm from."
Whatever ruins there are, like the often-shown ruins of the Justice Building in District Thirteen, are far more recent, dating no earlier than the Dark Days.
His head tilts a little as Hawke continues speaking. He doesn't like thinking too hard about the uneasy suggestions that they've all been here before, that they're not really themselves, but there's something else in Hawke's speculation that's less unpalatable. "There were people here from my future for a while, that knew a few months further ahead than I did, and I could never even understand that. None of them remembered things differently to me."
He's reminded again of just how little he knows. He wouldn't have thought that was even possible, and he has no understanding of how it could be. Fortunately, Hawke goes on to something else, equally unlike Panem but much more approachable as a topic of conversation.
"That sounds incredible," he says, his voice a little wistful. "Where I'm from, people can't travel without permission. What were you doing, traveling so much?"