For a second, I'm afraid he's dying. I have to remind myself that I don't care.

So that's who Finnick loves, I think. Not his string of fancy lovers in the Capitol. But a poor, mad girl back home.

It's weird, how much he's noticed me... And apparently, I have not been as oblivious to him as I imagined, either.

Besides, it's the first gift that's always the hardest to pay back. I wouldn't even have been here to do it if you hadn't helped me then.

You've got to go through it to get to the end of it.

Frankly, our ancestors don't seem much to brag about. I mean, look at the state they left us in, with the wars, the broken planet. Clearly, they didn't care about what would happen to the people who came after them.

Katniss, got that spile?" Finnick asks, snapping me back to reality.