Finnick shakes his head, still staring at the surf for a few moments before he turns to face her, to answer the question. It's one that he doesn't even have to think about all that much. "It was more like a mistake. Trusting that things might be better here. They're not, really. Different, maybe."

He doesn't have to be dragged off to the Capitol to be sold to the highest bidder, but he also doesn't have Annie or Mags here. Then again, he wouldn't have had Mags back in 13, anyway. A necessary sacrifice, but one that had broken his heart nonetheless. Trouble seems to want to follow him wherever he goes, and there's a strong part of himself that hates whatever made him put his guard down. He sighs softly, turning back to watch the water ebb and flow. "What about you? Any second chances?"