Finnick nods slowly. He's considered that a lot - the question of why me? He can't even imagine a world where he hasn't been what he's been through, doesn't even know who he'd be right now. Maybe he'd still be some carefree fae thinking only of the next exciting adventure, or maybe something else would come along to make his life hell in a different way. It's not worth dwelling on, is what he's concluded, though he still dwells from time to time.

"I suppose things like this have to happen to someone," he says with a weak smile.