Finnick stood at the edge of the pier, his breathing came out in short loud beats. HE was breaking down, he would never do this in front of Annie. He would never let her see the hot tears run down his reds face, never let her hear him yell out and scream in frustration and rage. Most of all he wouldn't let her see him on his knees his arms covering his red, tear covered face with his arms and his ears with his hands blocking out the screams of dying tributes the images of the could mutilated body being carried into the air. The cannon booming as there face showed up normally on the screen of the night sky. Everything had been coming out in a blur the past few days, he was glad Annie was in district two visiting Clove and Cato so he could let out all the built up emotions. So he could cry and sob as much as he wanted to without being cast out as weak. It epically felt good to get rid of excess unneeded rage, frustration, sadness and guilt and any other unnecessary feelings. But unfortunately he wouldn't never get rid of the tributes who past, their families somber, depressed faces and the pang of guilt every time he went to their district. He would never be able to get his competitors and allies out of his mind.