When Finnick smiles this time he seems... amused. Lancelot may have lived with the fae, but he doesn't understand. Maybe his view of the entire world is this optimistic, but Finnick knows better.

"There's no acceptable version of me that is also true," he says, missing the regret he might feel if this were in any way a recent revelation. "If I want to be anything, making anything of myself, I have to cover up how I really am. That's all there is to it."