"Mags was his mentor and basically raised him. If he’s trying to protect her in any way, it exposes him.”
“Want a sugar cube? They’re supposed to be for the horses, but who cares? They’ve got years to eat sugar, whereas you and I … well, if we see something sweet we better grab it quick. You’re absolutely terrifying me in that get-up. What happened to the pretty little-girl dresses?”
By the time we pull ourselves together, I’m thinking that maybe Finnick Odair is all right. At least not as vain or self-important as I’d thought. Not so bad at all, really.