Finnick watches him while he answers, and then turns his gaze to Lily, as if she'll help push back some of his own nightmares.

"I'm sorry," he offers after a moment's hesitation, "I went missing too, for a while." He lets out a cold, quiet laugh as he goes on, "a few decades, in fact."

It's harder not to talk about it when he's this tired. The words flow easily, and it's a combination of wanting to show Lancelot that he understands and just a need to get it out there. He couldn't possibly make it known to his whole court; they'd lose respect for him. Lancelot seems like a decent man, not that he can help what he's saying much right now. Whatever has happened to Lancelot is all too familiar.

"You're alive," he adds, almost as a question. He doesn't know if Lancelot thinks that's a good thing or a bad one.