Katniss chuckled, “I already surprise you? Well, good. I like surprising people.” She smiled and crossed her arms, studying Finnick’s movements. Who’s side was he on? She wondered. The Capitol’s? No, he couldn’t be, but, she truly didn’t doubt anything. “Hm, you’re right. Secrets are what keep people going. What people long for, but haven’t you ever heard the saying, secrets are no fun unless you share them with everyone?” She rose a brow, laughing inside at the saying. That was something Prim used to say to her and Gale all the time when they knew something she didn’t. Oh, how she missed Gale and Prim. She missed them like crazy and the thing that hurt her the most was not knowing if she’d ever see them again, and this was the second time she’s felt like that, which made her miss them even more. But, Finnick comment caught her off guard, ‘survie knowing them’? Whatever Finnick knew, must be something maybe not important, but possibly dirt on someone. Maybe high in power? She didn’t know. But, all she did know was that she may not survive not knowing them.
Nodding his head at that, Finnick leaned slightly closer to her like he was about to tell her one of his secrets. “To be honest with you?” His sea-green eyes roamed around the Center Training porch at the others tributes before he continued. “They were all surprised with you last year. Some of them even bet for Cashmere and Gloss boy to win.” He confessed to her with a small smirk on his lips. One thing he expected her to know: the bets weren’t official for members of the games; so the mentors weren’t allowed to bet on their tributes. So technically, what Finnick was telling her was a secret already. “But how would that be fun to me, huh?” He asked with a sly expression on his face. “If we told everyone our secrets, we would have nothing to play with. Besides why would people like you want secrets like mine? I admit some are very interesting, but they aren’t fun.” He shook his head. Through the years Finnick Odair decided that the best payment that he could have with his duties were secrets. Some were just trivial and with no interest. Mere confessions from the women of the Capitol who were frustrated with their lives and luxuries. However some secrets that he kept, Finnick didn’t even have the guts to repeat them out loud. Not because he was scared, but he knew that he would need them soon. It was the only way that he had to use them for his own benefit and against President Snow. What a joy. “Why don’t we have a ‘share afternoon’? I tell you a few of mine and you tell me some of yours. Everyone has secrets. Even the Girl On Fire.” He tilted his head suggestively at her.