Finnick!" Something between a shriek and a cry of joy. A lovely if somewhat bedraggled young woman--dark tangled hair, sea green eyes--runs toward us in nothing but a sheet. "Finnick!" And suddenly, it's as if there's no one in the world but these two, crashing through space to reach each other. They collide, enfold, lose their balance, and slam against a wall, where they stay. Clinging into one being. Indivisible. A pang of jealousy hits me. Not for either Finnick or Annie but for their certainty. No one seeing them could doubt their love.

Look how we take your children and sacrifice them and there’s nothing you can do. If you lift a finger, we will destroy every last one of you. Just as we did in District Thirteen.

A verbal promise behind closed doors, even a statement written on paper-these could easily evaporate . . . .

Oh, and I suppose the apples ate the cheese.

Embrace the probability of your imminent death....and know there is nothing i can do to save you.

Whatever the opposite of fine is, that's what I am.

Please feel free to take this personally.