"I was tossing around the word horrific, personally," Finnick replies, his tone light and airy as if he's not thinking about the blood-filled drinks being served mere feet away. He's been torn between leaving this carriage as quickly as possible and staying to let the anger stew a bit longer because he might need it later. Talking to another fae makes it a bit more bearable at least.

"I don't know how anyone stands it."