"When I was 14, yeah." He nodded, his eyes glancing up at the screen for only a second. "And what helped me survive in there was that I didn't let anyone know I was a threat before I went in, and sponsors." Usually it was common knowledge around Panem of Finnick's Game and victory, but he had to remind himself Kevin didn't know any of this. "Sponsors liked me so they sent me a trident so I could win. Getting things in the arena can be the difference between life and death when you don't have anything."

He spotted an Avox approaching with a tray of drinks approaching. "Want one?" He grabbed himself a new glass filled with some red liquor.