If Finnick is very honest with himself, this experience has shaken him. He's dealt with mutts before, but never anything of that immense size, and he really did almost die. Again. Not fun. He's certainly scared to leave the castle now.

"Yeah... I guess it thought I wanted a fight because I was holding my knife in defense, but I was shitting myself. Definitely wasn't trying to pick a fight with something 20 times my size."

He sighs, winces at the breath moving his ribs.

"I know shit like this just happens here, and I wish I could say it didn't phase me so much, but... I'm kind of..." he trails off for a moment, not sure what to say. He's not used to admitting fear.

"I'm kind of freaked out."