"They do. Perhaps it is better it happens to those of us who can stomach it, instead of those who cannot."

Even if they aren't handling it with grace, they are at least handling it. There are some, Lancelot knows, who would not be able to at all. He takes a sip of his drink, ruffling at Lily as she paces under the table -- slipping his fingers under her chin and tilting it up so he can look into her trusting brown eyes.

"The world can be a cruel place, but there are always good things too." Shifting his fingers he tugs her forward so he can ruffle at her better, smiles back up at Finnick. "If none of this had happened to me I wouldn't have been able to make all the friends I have, or help the people I have. Like Lily."

Yes, like his dog. Prime example. Best dog friend.