I do not own The Hunger Games.
Finnick Odair is precious.
The Girl With The Green Eyes
". . . Odair, one of your two mentors. Annie, this is Finnick Odair."
"H-hi."
She can't be more eighteen, hardly more than a child.
But four whole years older than me when I won.
"I'm . . . Annie."
He wonders if he looked this young and afraid and vulnerable when he was Reaped.
"It's . . . n-nice to meet you."
Wondered if Mags felt this much despair . . .
She has no chance of winning.
. . . at the complete lack of chance of him winning . . .
What a waste.
What an absolute waste.
. . . as he does this girl.
"Th-thank you for agreeing to help me."
She could be so happy and free.
"Yeah."
If she didn't live in Panem.
"No problem."
And he can't bring himself to use his finely crafted wiles and charms on her.
Can hardly bear to look her in the eye.
God, what a waste.
This dark haired, porcelain-faced beauty.
So young, so afraid.
I wish I didn't have to watch her die.
So absolutely, utterly hopeless.
Just throwing this little snippet out there to see if anyone is interested in exploring this backstory with me.
Shout-out if you're up for it.
Thanks for reading and may the odds ever be in your favor. :)