#v;mockingjay

Finnick was frozen and his mouth was open in some way to respond but he could not. He only looked at her and the fear and anguish, he knew were completely visible in his eyes. She was apologizing for something that he knew she could not have controlled, not fully. It was not her fault.

He licked his lips and took a moment to collect himself. Breathe In. Breathe Out. His hands went to hers and he brought them up to his lips before kissing down one arm and then moving to her face, kissing her cheeks, forehead, nose, lips.

"It's not your fault. You tried. We--we'll try again. Don't apologize, darling, don't apologize for something that's not truly your fault. We'll--it'll get better."

A clasp of a door opening. The door leading to his isolated room. Wrists rubbed against the chains that clung around him. His eyes glance to where the door would be. A shadow was all he could see as of now. The individual was also so silent and quiet. Therefore, he took out the possibility of it being his so called 'doctor'.

His head cocked and his eyes went back to staring at the white wall in from of him. Lips licking his chapped lips. It was her. Somehow he just knew she had returned back in this room. It was a surprise to say the least, he thought he had done some terrible damage but it did not seem to be enough and now he was chained. His voice was a whisper at first of lost words until he finally got his voice up in a very harsh tone.

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170 “If I had a choice, things would have gone so differently…”

Katniss was accusing him of things he had no control over, events that he could not change now.

Blame.

He was all to blame for the loss of Johanna and especially Peeta. He left Peeta, he left him to find Johanna, Peeta having went another route to find Katniss. It was all so clear, the scream from Beetee and then seeing Peeta through the trees and he should have grabbed him then but he had heard Katniss and went away from the tree, while Finnick went back to the tree. But when he got there, Katniss was there and Peeta was closing in but it was too late Katniss had a mind of her own and then---they were here, in District Thirteen without Peeta.

Finnick looked down to the rope he had in his hands and shook his head. Only a sliver of his normal self was in him, laced in his words that were the reply to her accusation.

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It was a bit confusing He had no idea who this woman was but then again, it did not seem that the individuals were treating her very kindly. The guards—-they knew something about her that Finnick did not know. This woman, familiar yet, unknown.

“Leave her alone!”

Finnick’s words seemed to make the guards jump. His arms reached out and took one of the guards pushing him up against a wall. His grip on his collar seeming to get tighter in each moment.

“Don’t you think it’s a bit rude to be treating a woman like this?”

she b i t e s her lip as she makes her way into the compartment she s h a r e d with her  mother a n d elder sister. spying  the  person she was searching for, the  young girl pushed her  f l a x e n hair away from  her face as she approaches her s a v i o r.

healing hands hold a small pearl white box with a baby blue ribbon on top.

She needed to do something, to feel useful; for the amount of time she has been in the underground district Katniss only do what her printed on the arm schedule told her to while her best friend and hunter trained all day with the rebels. They were finally rescued, Annie, Peeta and Johanna; all of them victors and survivors just like them. The visit to Peeta's room was not as she thought it would be, her neck hurt and the rage on the baker's eyes was heart breaking. Somehow she managed to go and see how the other victors were.

"How are you feeling?"