Really, the combination of the scabs and the ointment looks hideous. I can't help enjoying his distress. 'Poor Finnick. Is this the first time in your life you haven't looked pretty?' I say. 'It must be. The sensation's completely new. How have you managed it all these years?' he asks. 'Just avoid mirrors. You'll forget about it,' I say. 'Not if I keep looking at you,' he says.