Finnick and I sit for a long time in silence, watching the knots bloom and vanish, before I can ask, “How do you bear it?”

Finnick looks at me in disbelief. “I don’t, Katniss! Obviously I don’t. I drag myself out of nightmares each morning and find there’s no relief in waking.” Something in my expression stops him. “Better not to give in to it. It takes ten times as long to put yourself back together as it does to fall apart.”

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4 Comments Add yours

  1. mariertps says:

    The poor guy. I almost feel sorry for him.

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  2. Dragonslayer says:

    Maybe if he wore something other than a fishing net to his ceremony thing he’d have a better outlook on life. The bum.

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    1. taethiel says:

      Hey. Don’t talk bad about Finnick. -_-

      <3

      …he didn't have much choice in the matter.

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