The steps from the outside sting, I want to go home. Back to Finnick, back to a time when I could trust a stranger, back before the Games. The walk is long and I feel cold, I see the children outside again, that little girl throwing knives. She looks at me confused as I skip past them. Almost home, almost home...

"Katniss?" his voice.

"Finnick," I turn and crush my body into his and let out uncontrollable tears, "I want to go home."

"What happen?" He hums softly in my ear.

"Work..." he takes no second the breathe and picks me up in his arms, "Where we-"

"Home." I hide my face in his chest and continue to cry, I don't want to see the faces of these people living here. All I can feel is my chest moving in and out trying to catch a breath inbetween the tears. I feel the wind stop and my feet hit the floor, I look up and see me made it into our little box we call home.

"Now tell me what happen," he says bending down to my level to look me in the eyes, his oceanic eyes spill right into mine and i let him in.

"Cato..." I can't seem to find the place to start but I am broken and the tears start again. I try to speak but my words are mixed with water, "Sister.. Throwing knives.. Heartless.. Mother.. Heartless.. Brother.. Work..."

Finnick analyzes my eyes and tries to figure out what was just said, "What?"

"I met Cato's... Sister. She was skilled at throwing knives and was cold.. Like her brother. Heartless.. Like her mother. They fought in the Games for honor... To die. And my appointment was his brother, Cato had a brother?! And he was just as heartless... He lied... He betrayed my trust and told me it was because I killed his brother..."

"Oh Kat..."

"It was... Horrible."

"Horrible enough for a drink?" I hear a rusty voice cackle out and Finnick turns to give him a hard glare, "he said jokingly..."

I laughed trying to make Haymitch not look bad, after all, I would kill for one.

Finnick stops for a moment and stares at Hyamitch and I for a moment, "We have to write those names." The names of the people to send into the Games...

"Mark Handly and Anne Handly," I say instinctively.

"Lily Jones," Finnick sighs. Haymitch stays quiet,

"What? I didn't talk to a soul."

"We need one more name?" And it hit me, I saw one more person than them...

"Claire Mazaki..." The girl who had to give her name to buy food... Finnick takes a piece of parchment out of his pocket and writes the names.

"Ok... Well, atleast tomorrow we will be out of this fucking box."

I sigh, his Captiolness is showing. We just sent three people to their possible death (I only care about one) and he cares about this shack? Oh Fin...

"Yea..."

"I'd drink to that."

Claire Mazki, I am sorry.