He offered me sugar and wanted to know all my secrets,

The piercing shriek cuts me off. It’s another voice, not Prim’s, maybe a young woman’s. I don’t recognize it. But the effect on Finnick is instantaneous. The color vanishes from his face and I can actually see his pupils dilate in fear. “Finnick, wait!” I say, reaching out to reassure him, but he’s bolted away. Gone off in pursuit of the victim, as mindlessly as I pursued Prim.

Only then does he seem to notice our expressions,
the way we’re wrapped around each other.

Whatever it takes to break you.

For a moment we’re frozen, sizing each other up, our weapons, our skill.
Then Finnick suddenly grins. “Lucky thing we’re allies. Right?”

A lot of nights on the train, for instance,

Fangs bared, hackles raised, claws shooting out like switchblades.

This is no place for a girl on fire.

I wrap my arms around his neck, feel his arms hesitate before they embrace me.
Not as steady as they once were, but still warm and strong.

Portia and I spent a lot of hours watching fires..

I’ll add it to the list of words I use to try to figure you out.

I thought I was something of an expert on hunger, but this is an entirely new kind.

It could be a joke, if the tone wasn’t so cold. Everything it conveys is wrong. The open distrust of Finnick, the implication that Peeta has his eye on Annie, that Annie could desert Finnick, that I do not even exist.

The End Is Where We Begin. (x)

“You know how to kill.”
“Not people.” I say.
“How different can it be, really?”

Gale Hawthorne | The Hunger Games 

“It costs a lot more than your life. To murder innocent people? It costs everything you are.”

Peeta Mellark | Mockingjay