He sits alone on the bed. Simply waiting, he's not sure for what he's waiting for, but he won't risk not doing what they say. He sits silently, hardly moving a muscle, afraid that if he does anything wrong, they'll do what they said they would.
You see Finnick? This is your family, and this is Annie. You're a smart boy, I'm sure you can figure out what will happen to them if you don't do what I ask.
He shutters. He didn't want to leave Annie, but he wanted her to live more than that. He wasn't sure exactly what they wanted him to do, but he was sure that if it took a threat that large it wouldn't be something he would particularly enjoy. He looks around at the room, it's a very elegant room, it has a four-poster bed draped with gold hangings in one corner with a chaise lounge at the food, also gold. The walls are a slightly darker gold, with crown moulding and everything. There was a couch and loveseat, both adorned with plush gold pillows and art beyond anything he could have imagined hanging all over the walls. It was extravagant, but not more so than anything else he'd seen in the Capital so far though.
A small knock on the door wakes him out of his reverie; he almost jumps off the bed in fear but then remembers his promise to himself not to move. He lets out a breath when he sees Mags come through the door. He runs over to her and is caught in a tight hug.
"I'm so sorry. I didn't know what to do." He says in a quiet voice. He feels tears burning in his eyes but he wills them not to fall. Mags rests her hands on his arms and pushes slightly, he moves back and looks at her. She has a strange expression on her face, like a mix of happiness sadness and irritation.
"Sorry for what boy?" she says in her mumbling voice that Finnick has grown to understand. He looks at her with sad eyes, he's asked himself that question before and always come up with the same answer. He'd killed those kids; their deaths were on his hands. He knew that she would deny it, if only to make him feel better, or attempt to anyway.
"Nothing, never mind. Do you know what's going on? I thought I would have gone home by now." He says in an attempt to change the conversation and at the same time getting to the thing he's really after. She frowns at him, in her way that he knew meant something more than her mask of confusion and old age she showed everyone else.
"Please Mags, I just want to go home. Why won't Snow let me leave." He pleads with her desperately. He's on the verge of tears; he knows it must be important or extremely bad for her to keep it from her. She obviously couldn't take the expression on his face as she sighed and stepped back. She walked away from him and placed her hand on the doorknob. Finnick gasped expecting her to walk out and leave him alone again but instead she opened the door to reveal a man. Finnick cocked his head to the side, he knew he'd seen this man somewhere before. Finnick knew he wasn't from the Capitol as he still looked normal, which must mean that he was a mentor. When Finnick said nothing the other man sighed loudly and rolled his eyes, obviously not impressed with the proceedings.
"Alright, if you're going to survive this you're going to have to not do this anymore." He said flatly, as if Finnick had any idea what he was talking about. He stood there for a moment, when it became clear the man was not going to elaborate he spoke.
"Who are you?" he said in the strongest voice he could muster. The older man laughed, but Finnick saw nothing funny in what he had said.
"I'm Haymitch, District 12 mentor. I'm here to help you." He said through a chuckle that seemed rather forced. Finnick got the feeling that he'd rather be anywhere but there. When Finnick stayed silent Haymitch rolled his eyes and continued with his explanation.
"The Capitol's not done with you yet. Do you consider yourself to be attractive?" he said bluntly. Finnick was taken aback, this was not a question he was regularly asked, or one he thought about often or at all. He opened his mouth to respond but couldn't think of anything to say.
"Uh-umm I. Well, I, I suppose I am." He said, his cheeks turning red. During his interview with Ceasar, he'd commented almost right away about how attractive Finnick was. He'd thought it was strange at first but the audience seemed to agree so he just went with it. He looked back up at Haymitch, and thought he caught a flash of sadness in his eyes before the other man looked away.
"Right, well the Capitol certainly thinks so, they love you. They want you." He says so abruptly Finnick almost misses it. His eyebrows knit together in confusion.
"I'm sorry I don't understand." Finnick says simply, in genuine confusion. He knows it can't mean anything good, as neither Haymitch nor Mags will look at him. He starts to panic; this is what Snow was talking about when he threatened Finnicks family. If the Capitol wants him, they're going to get him. Whatever it is they mean by it, he's going to have no choice but to give it to them.