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.

Because I can't handle the nightmares. Not without you.

The awful thing is that if i can forget they're people, it will be no different at all

I wonder if Effie will still be wearing that silly pink wig, or is she'll be sporting some other unnatural color especially for the Victor Tour.

I do think you're mad and I'll still go with you.

I'm not allowed to bet, but if I could, my money would be on you.

Her name's Prim. She's just twelve. And I love her more than anything.