I hear another boom from above, this one closer and louder than the others. As with every blast before it, there's an instant of terror where everyone in the bunker tenses, waiting for the concrete around them to crumble and bury us, but this bomb causes nothing more than a shower of dust. I can feel the people around me relaxing, but I can't, not now that I finally understand that everything Peeta has been through in the last several weeks has been nothing more than Snow torturing me.

Next to me, Finnick has not moved. He still looks down at the picture in his hand, which he's somehow kept perfectly clean despite having obviously not showered for days. He has allowed his hair to turn greasy and his breath to go foul, but he won't let anything dirty his little magazine clipping of Annie Cresta. I'm not sure I would want anyone to love me that much. "What's she like?" I ask. At first, I don't think he realizes I've spoken, so I ask again.

This time, he turns to look at me. "Annie?" I nod. "Do you want to see her?"

Before I can say yes, he passes me his treasured little photo. "She's very beautiful," I say more to be polite than anything else, but as I study the image, I realize it's true.

For the first time since he left the Arena, Finnick smiles. "She's smart, too. You'd like her."

"I'm sure I will."

"That's an old picture, from her Victory Tour, I think. She looks different now. Her hair's a lot longer, almost all the way down her back." I don't really care what Annie looks like, but Finnick looks so happy talking about her that I don't have the heart to say anything. "She doesn't look very happy in this picture, does she?"

"No, not at all."

"She likes it better in District Four. The people in the Capitol try to make themselves beautiful to hide how ugly they are on the inside, but it's not enough. It's better at home."

I doubt he's still talking about Annie, and I can't listen to him complain about the Capitol, not when he sleeps with anyone willing to give up a secret in the Capitol while claiming to be in love with a woman back home in Four. "I'm going to make sure Prim and my mom are all right. I'll see you later, Finnick." I've never felt guiltier than when I get up and leave him alone with his knots and picture to rejoin my family.