"About the son you never met," Finnick says, trying to make sure he understands. He doesn't know who Will is, but that hardly matters. He remembers Annie telling him about reuniting with him in District 13 and that had been strange enough, like hearing a story about a different person entirely, one alike in every way but memory. To learn she had a child, one she died for and now can't even remember... that's something else entirely.

Frowning a little, he watches her carefully, holding his hand out for the plate so he can take it to the little boy sitting so patiently at the table. "Does it even matter if he was real or not?"