Dear Finnick,
It was a pleasure to mentor you; I'm so glad you were the one to live.
It's so hard living being a mentor; I know you feel it too. I was a Career too, I volunteered because I knew I could win if I tried. The girl's life I saved, her name was Rose. But I killed so many people, my list in the Games was a total of 7 and it keeps getting longer with every year I mentor.
You didn't volunteer though. You were one of the few who didn't. I watched you be brave as you walked to the stage, properly scared. I was so worried you were going to be another kill on my long, long list. I coached you the best I could and you were amazing. You really made me feel I could help people.
I can never thank you enough for everything you have done for me. When they called Annie's name to go into the names, I saw that face, the same face as you made when you were reaped. I knew how much you loved her and I watched you run to Annie as she screamed, that poor, innocent girl who went mad the first time.
So I volunteered for her, for you.
I can't speak properly to you now; however I can write what I want to say. I'd like to tell you that I was like you. I didn't dare say it before; I thought I'd be judged to harshly. They made me go to the Capitol, I was desirable enough. I'm sorry it happened to you Finnick, I really am. I should have warned you but I let my own pride stand between helping you.
I know your loved ones were murdered, mine were too. My husband and I, at the age of 19 decided to get married. Life was short after all and we didn't want to wait. They asked me to be a prostitute and I had said no. I thought that would be it.
After a short amount of time I fell pregnant with a son. He was healthy with blonde hair and green eyes. Beautiful.
On the 43rd Hunger Games, my son, Armand was reaped and killed. Later my husband died in an accident. My Mother and Father were already dead.
There was no one left I loved and than you came along. I love you as I did my son. I will always try to protect and care for you, or anyone else you love.
Good luck Finnick. I hope you live a happy life.
Yours truly, Mags