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insecrets: (♆; 018 | where thoughts serenely)
Finnick Odair ([personal profile] insecrets) wrote on December 29th, 2013 at 11:45 pm
[It can still hold, Finnick thinks. He hopes. But he licks his lips a bit nervously when she finally backs down, and he makes his way over to her. His fingers slide over her wrists as he turns her hands around. There's nothing in this room but them and a knife and a bottle he's sure is poison.

He makes a noise in the back of his throat before letting her hands go.] You didn't break anything, at least. There's the good news. [He looks back up at Johanna, quiet for a moment. He doesn't want to die, but he doesn't think he can vote to send her to her death either.

and he knows her too well for that. There's too much pride in her to just be taken like a lamb to slaughter.] Do we fight?
 
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