Freya's POV
In sharp contrast to the commotion that had occurred just hours before, the camp was unnaturally silent. The air was heavy with the weight of our failure. Every look that came my way was packed with uncertainty, dread, and questions.
Finnick paced back and forth and muttered, "We lost them," in a sharp, stinging voice. "All as a result of your carelessness."
I winced but refused to back down. "Given the information we had, I made the best choice I could."
"Data? Do you mean your naive conceit? He halted his pacing and looked directly at me, his eyes burning. "You put us directly in their trap!"
"Enough! I yelled, raising my voice above my desired volume. "I know what happened. You don't have to remind me.
Finnick clenched his jaw and crossed his arms. "Do you? Because it appears that you're prepared to jump into yet another catastrophe.
