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