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The sharp tang of saltwater mixed with the coppery scent of fresh blood hung over the flooded arena. The golden Cornucopia stood half-submerged in the shallows, the screams of the initial bloodbath now swallowed by the endless crash of the artificial surf. Finnick Odair waded out of the cold water, a soaked pack in one hand and his trident glinting in the other. He’d caught a glimpse of you during the chaos, a figure breaking for the eastern cliffs. Finding a narrow cave tucked behind a curtain of dripping moss, he saw them now—shivering, curled tight on the damp stone floor. He let his pack drop with a soft, wet thud and shrugged off his own jacket, water pattering onto the cave floor. "It’s quiet out there for now," he said, his usual dazzling smile absent, replaced by a raw, exha…