[ Finnick wouldn't say he has a plan, so much as he has been given an ultimatum. There would be a war -- even he could see that waiting for them on the horizon, with ever raised hand or quiet mockingjay song. ]

I'm not so deceptive. [ He laughs easily, a practiced gesture, a well carved facade made just for the world the games has thrust him into. ] Of course we should stand together, we have for this long, haven't we?

[ He sucks in a deep breath, looking both ways, trying to catch sight of any camera, any recording device. ] Who are you allying with? Picked any good candidates yet? [ To anyone else, this is small talk, a bit of teasing between long time victors, and yet there is a cold seriousness in his eye despite the lilt of his voice. ]