I'm not flailing now, as my muscles are rigid with the tension of holding myself together.

The damage, the fatigue, the imperfections. That's how they recognize me; Why I belong to them.

That if desperate times call for desperate measures, then I'm free to act as desperately as I wish.

Lucky thing were allies, right? -Finnick Odair

Kind people have a way of working their way inside me and rooting there.

Everything is happening too fast for me to process it.

"Clove!" Cato's voice is much nearer now. I can tell by the pain in it that he sees her on the ground. "You better run now, Fire Girl," says Thresh. I don't need to be told twice. I flip over and my feet dig into the hard-packed earth as I run away from Thresh and Clove and the sound of Cato's voice. Only when I reach the woods do I turn back for an instant. Thresh and both large backpacks are vanishing over the edge of the plain into the area I've never seen. Cato kneels beside Clove, spear in hand, begging her to stay with him. In a moment, he will realize it's futile; she can't be saved.