Let me go!” I snarl at him, trying to wrest my arm from his grasp. “I can’t,” he says.
Make sure they remember you.
Sometimes when things are particularly bad, my brain will give me a happy dream.
It's as if I'm Finnick, watching images of my life flash by. The mast of a boat, a silver parachute, Mags laughing, a pink sky, Beetee's trident, Annie in her wedding dress, waves breaking over rocks. Then its over.
You here to finish me off, Sweetheart?
Katniss. I remember about the bread.