It's Annie who doesn't know what's happening and what's not. Yes, Finnick has his moments of paranoia, of fear, of self-loathing so deep he can't see anything but his mistakes and wrongs. But he's never unsure of what's happening. Now, he doesn't know if Cassian is chasing him. He could find him here without following him, but he'd left him in the forest and come straight here, and he does that so rarely, but he'd had to. He'd had to, because he can feel his strength sapping under the bugs' venom.

"Annie."

She's here, she's here, she's safe, he doesn't know what he'd been afraid might have happened to her, but the way relief swells in and over him is a sudden sharp contrast to the fear.

He's still breathing heavily, and he looks behind him, staring at the door as though Cassian might burst through it.

"I don't know. Cassian, maybe. Got away from him in the fog."