So it's you and a syringe against the Capitol? See, this is why no one lets you make the plans.

The woods always look different at night...as if the daytime trees and flowers and stones had gone to bed and sent slightly more ominous versions of themselves to take their places.

Finnick:" Good to see you, Peeta." Peeta:" You be nice to her, Finnick. Or I might try and take her away from you." It could be a joke, if the tone wasn't so cold. Everything it conveys is wrong. The open distrust of Finnick, the implication that Peeta has his eye on Annie, that Annie could desert Finnick, that I do not even exist. Finnick:"Oh Peeta," says Finnick lightly. "Don't make me sorry I restarted your heart.

And here I am, strapped into a tree, a stone's throw from the biggest idiot in the games.

He hates me more," says Peeta. "I don't think people in general are his sort of thing.

You here to finish me off, Sweetheart?

At the moment, the choice would be simple. I can survive just fine without either of them.