How much energy they put into harming each other. How little into saving.

No one knows what to do with you, girlie.

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

Lucky thing were allies, right? -Finnick Odair

The sensation inside me grows warmer and spreads out from my chest down through my body out along my arms and legs to the tips of my being. Instead of satisfying me the kisses have the opposite effect of making my need greater.

I wish she was dead,' he says. 'I wish they were all dead and we were, too. It would be best.

Why? Do you find this" - he strikes a ridiculously provocative pose - "distracting?