"You're over-thinking it," Finnick says, somehow absolutely sure of that fact. It's understandable, of course, because marriage is nothing to be taken lightly, but if there's one thing he's sure of in this fucked up world it's the woman who he loves so dearly. And the ring, he thinks, should be the same. Instinctive. "I doubt you feel a need to shop around for wives. If you think that's the one... that's the one. Go with it."

He's come a long way from the tribute-turned-Victor-turned-tribute, bitter about the love others, like Katniss and Peeta, were allowed to share while he was kept away from her. Maybe it was 13, maybe it's Darrow, but he doesn't mind letting others be happy so much anymore.