[There's a fraction of a second where his shoulders slump, because she's right. And there's part of him that's not so much of a defeatist as it is someone who has had a long time to accept the inevitable.]
At least we know how games are played. [He gives her hand a squeeze and steps back.] Me, then. I'll be the one who dies.
[He says the words before he can rethink him. Finnick would rather one of them have a chance than both of them die, and he knows Johanna. He knows her better than she might think, and he knows that even if she has nothing, she'll always have her life.
He thinks of Annie for a brief second before banishing her away.]
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At least we know how games are played. [He gives her hand a squeeze and steps back.] Me, then. I'll be the one who dies.
[He says the words before he can rethink him. Finnick would rather one of them have a chance than both of them die, and he knows Johanna. He knows her better than she might think, and he knows that even if she has nothing, she'll always have her life.
He thinks of Annie for a brief second before banishing her away.]