Finnick didn't bother to ask for clarification on what this meant, whether it was them or a more general sense of the word. He figured it didn't really matter. It all tied back into what he had just said; they were stranded after winning their games, roped off into a small group of people who couldn't ever see the world the same way. He was fairly certain that that was why they all hated and loved being around other victors.

He was about to tell her she didn't need to turn off her feelings when she began to cry. He leaned in instantly, reacting without thinking about it. He wrapped his arms around her the best that he could, holding her close, and pressed a soft kiss to the back of her neck.

"Annie," he said, voice low, practically a whisper against the back of her neck, as if there was a chance of them being overheard. "You're okay."