"Humans come by it so naturally," Finnick says, agreeing. "It must feel so powerful to tell lies so freely. I almost envy them."

There's a wistful tone in his voice to hint that he's thought about this before, thought about how a bald-faced lie might have saved him once or twice, but there's no use dwelling. He changes gear with a sigh.

"Do you think we'll ever be allowed a carriage on this train? Or should we just settle for a stop or two in our boroughs?"