Finnick sat in his bed in District 13, concentrating on the piece of rope in front of him; he recently had to find a new piece, since he gave his other one to Katniss.
Annie was in the Capitol's clutches, and he had no idea what was happening to her in there. Well, he had a vague idea, but it was one he'd rather not think about. Not his poor, sweet Annie, who was already on the verge of breaking as it was.
He found comfort in being there for Katniss when it came to Peeta. It reminded him that she was in the same situation – even if she refused to admit it – and that they could share the pain.
After all, misery loves company.
He was wondering if he could continue on sharing that pain; just yesterday, her friend Gale had given him a look that could kill. He almost felt like Gale felt that he was taking Katniss away. The idea was preposterous, he had to know that, but jealousy can cloud the mind.
On second thought, he didn't care what the guy thought. If talking to Katniss helped them both, then he was going to keep on doing it and not worry about some jealous friend. He could take him, anyway. He was a victor, after all.
He continued tying the rope, over and over, and thinking random thoughts to keep his mind occupied. Because in the end, there was one horrifying thought that would creep its way in.
That Snow was using Annie the way he used him.
Decided to bring some Finnick in! Absolutely love him.
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