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Katniss.

"Right now?" I whispered as I rocked my baby, trying to get the little thing to calm down.

Prim grinned widely. "Right now. Today. He's healthy and we think he's going to be just fine."

I rocked back and forth... back and forth... back... forth... back... "You're coming home with me, baby," I swayed slower and slower until I stopped completely. August stopped crying and stared at me with wide green eyes. I melted a little at those big green eyes of his. "You look like your daddy," I told him for the thousandth time.

"I had some officers who said they would set your room up with the things you need. We'll have to move you into your own room so that you have room for a baby. Our apartment is too small," Prim told me.

I smiled gently. "That's okay... We'll need the room for when Finn—"

Prim smiled at me encouragingly, but I didn't finish. We both knew what I wanted to say though. For when Finnick comes back.

"Katniss," Caspian poked his head into the room. "Cressida wants to shoot another propo. They screened some footage of Gloss today and Coin wants to fire back with something fresh."

I handed August to Prim. "Is Cashmere okay?" I asked.

Caspian furrowed his brow. "I haven't seen her. This shouldn't take long, I'll help you find her when we're done."

I followed him out of the hospital and stopped by my room briefly to get dressed. I was getting moved that afternoon apparently, moved into a bit of a larger apartment. The style that was built for a small family of three.

...

We found ourselves in the ruins of District 12 again. I wasn't sure what Coin thought the benefit of shooting there would be, but I didn't ask questions for once as I followed Gale through the crumbling remains of my home.

"Katniss, what are you looking at?" Cressida asked. She gestured to Castor's camera. I glanced up at them briefly before turning back to the disaster in front of me.

I wanted to rip the camera away from them and smash it into the dirt. I couldn't speak here... not in the burnt remains of my neighbors. Once again, I found myself staring at the ruins of the bakery. August would never walk these streets like I once did. He would never smell the scents that had built my childhood or feel these cobblestones under his feet.

I was jealous of my husband and the things he would be able to offer August that I never would be able to. Even if District 12 was ever rebuilt, it would never be the same again.

Gale saw my eyes focused on the house where my mother spent her last days. I took one step towards it before Gale's voice stopped me. "We were just inside the treeline when I figured out what was happening," He put an arm on my shoulder, pulling me back around, away from the house that I wished would just disappear. I didn't need to be reminded of what had happened to the family that lived there. "You know how it is, Katniss. The birds stop singing, the animals go into hiding and then the air seems to stand still around you as the hovercraft flies overhead. I ran as soon as I saw it... Prim stayed behind of course. I knew you would have my head on a spike if I let anything happen to her." I finally looked at him as he crouched down to touch the crisp roof shingle that lay on the ground. "I got as many out as I could. The Cartwrights went with me. Sae and my brothers, too. But only twelve hundred or so left with me. Twelve hundred out of eight thousand."

"You did all you could." Cressida told him, then corrected herself: "You did more than anyone else could."

"Thank you Gale," I said softly, crouched in the dust. Last time I was here, I had pushed through quickly, not allowing myself to dwell on the destruction too much. This time... maybe it was a good thing I was surrounded by people I wouldn't allow myself to look weak in front of. Otherwise, I would probably be curled up somewhere, drinking myself into oblivion.

Cressida and her crew filmed a few more scenes of me in the rubble. The old Justice building, the Hob, the mayor's house and other easily recognizable landmarks of District 12.

I could feel Gale's eyes on me as I navigated through the town.

"Cut!" Cressida called. I turned around to look at her, not even realizing they had been filming me. Gale made eye contact with her. I pretended not to notice the silent exchange between the two of them. "Let's take a break. Katniss, Gale said that you could find us a lake?"

It was a warm, sticky day and a swim could do us all some good. I wasn't sure how I felt about taking these people to my father's lake and my father's cabin. I hadn't even taken my husband there before—not that I didn't want to—It felt like the deepest invasion of my personal privacy. But my options were either the lake, suffer through more agonizing hours under the hot sun, sorting through the bodies of my friends and family, or go back to District 13 and grate under Coin's rules.

They followed me into the meadow.

We sat by the lake deep in the woods. Some of them ate the provisions we had brought with us. I didn't eat any of that, but I had picked some berries on the way that I munched on as I tried not to listen to Gale and Cressida's conversation.

The mockingjays were singing. Messalla's speech pattern was picked up and chirped over and over again, to the point where I felt like my head was going to explode. Pollux pointed at one that circled above.

"It's a mockingjay," I told him.

He pointed at me.

"Yeah," I agreed, glancing down at my uniform. "Like my pin."

Pollux shook his head and pointed to me again then touched his lips.

I stared blankly for a second. "Oh. You want me to sing?"

Pollux nodded eagerly, smiling at me.

I tried to smile back, but I couldn't help but notice that everyone else had stopped talking.

I waited for a moment, hoping that maybe Cressida would talk to Gale again. She didn't.

Are you, are you coming to the tree

They strung up a man they say who murdered three

Strange things did happen here no stranger would it be

If we met at midnight in the hanging tree

Pollux tilted his head, seemingly shocked that I chose to sing that song. As if I could only sing my own songs. Maybe he thought I would just sing that song about my breakup? I took a deep breath before continuing to the next verse, vaguely aware of the camera in my peripheral vision.

...

Are you, are you coming to the tree

Wear a necklace of hope side by side with me

Strange things did happen here no stranger would it be

If we met up at midnight in the hanging tree

"That line was originally 'necklace of rope'," Plutarch explained. I know, I thought. I think I was the one who introduced you to it. We sat in the command room, circled around Beetee and the screen he was working on, furiously editing the new footage from District 12. "I changed it to 'necklace of hope'. I think that's what the people need to hear right now."

Music. What better way to get the Capitol's attention, Plutarch had asked moments before, then to draw them in with new music from a familiar artist?

"Now we'll just wait until the perfect moment and we can release this," Beetee added. "It took fart too long, but I've found a way to interrupt the Capitol's programming."

I looked between the two of them, Beetee and Plutarch. I wished Haymitch was there. Another voice of reason that actually made sense to me. I wasn't sure I liked the way Plutarch spoke about the revolution or the way Beetee blindly followed him. I wasn't sure I liked Plutarch. I still hadn't forgiven him for the way he had not only been in cahoots with Snow, but then allowed it to get so far that we lost so many Victors... so many of my friends. "What's the... perfect moment?"

Plutarch wouldn't meet my eye. "You're our not-so-secret weapon. We use you to speak for our cause and persuade people to fight for the rebellion. In the same way, Snow is using Finnick."

"Finnick," I looked at the screen where I sat by the lake, singing the Hanging Tree in a key that was definitely not right. I was almost embarrassed by the footage.

"We think the perfect moment would be when Finnick is speaking against the rebellion. We'll broadcast you everywhere. Take away the power he holds over them."

"Will he see it?" I looked at Beetee, who was still glued to the computer screen.

"That's the goal. We believe that will be most effective. Our goal is not just to shock the people in the Districts and Capitol, but we hope to shock Finnick out of whatever charade he slid into."

I put my hand on Beetee's shoulder. He glanced back at me, finally looking away from the screen. "Thank you."

...

Finnick.

The voices still raged in his head. He knew that voice. He knew it better than any sound in the world. She was screaming, screaming, screaming. She was in pain.

Images flashed in Finnick's mind of the one thing holding him together. He remembered the feeling that slammed his heart down into his stomach. Katniss telling him he was going to be a father. Somewhere out there, Katniss was carrying his baby.

That girl... she had done unspeakable things. Finnick remembered them clearly. She had killed and lied and laughed over it all. He saw the footage himself.

I'm no better than she is, Finnick reminded himself as the glossy sheen that coated about half of his memories disappeared. The voice was still there, but it no longer screamed as the shine was finally washed away. It whispered instead. Over and over again: I'm pregnant, Finnick.

I'm pregnant, Finnick

I'm pregnant

Finnick

Finnick

Finnick.

Then the scream took over again. Finnick shot straight up. It wasn't Johanna next door. It wasn't Gloss down the hall. It wasn't Britt, somewhere else in the training center.

It was the voice again.

Not real, Finnick tried to tell himself once again. But there was no glossy sheen over the image this time.

He didn't know what that meant. He tried to pull up that one image that kept him from going insane. A little boy with Katniss's dark hair and his green eyes. This time, there was no image. All that he could think of was Katniss screaming over and over, louder and louder.