He remembers the train station all too well, the surrealism of an envelope that contained the keys to a new life he'd never even asked for. It's nice, then, that Newt has fonder memories of it all, since the whole day didn't rate to highly on Finnick's list of pleasant memories. He shakes his head at the question, not knowing how to answer that quite yet. He's wanted to marry Annie for quite some time, completely sure of his devotion to her, but she's not here. She's far away. Again. And he's failed her once more by letting himself leave her. "Not quite."