Finnick takes a deep, steadying breath, still glaring at the floor. He's raw and angry and he looks like he's been backed up into a corner, and he really does feel like he has. All of this is awful and he hates feeling like his every move is being watched and scrutinized, it's been like this his whole life and he wants it to stop, needs it to end already.

He stops that spiral of thought before it starts, and he looks up at Dino. "If I knew what we were doing wrong I would stop it. I don't want any of this."