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[Only one can live. those are rules he's used to, but this isn't... They weren't going to die in the Quell. They were going to escape. Protect Katniss. Protect Peeta. Get the Mockingjay out. That's it.
He stares at her silently after she asks her question, nails digging into his palm as he stays perfect still.
She's brutal, but he has the strength if it comes down to this.
No, no he can't think like that. This is Johanna, and against all odds, they are friends. Maybe the only one he really has in a sea of admirers.
Finnick lets out a shaky breath.] I'm guessing it's Capitol-quality glass?
They've got years to eat sugar, whereas you and I... - Post a comment
Well, if we see something sweet, we better grab it quick.