Date: 2013-12-20 04:28 am (UTC)
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"I'll hand deliver them," Finnick answered, flashing her a Capitol-ready smile. A macabre moment of humor to be sure, but sometimes that was all they had left to them. It didn't quite mask the fear that he might be forced to watch her die. He hadn't dare to mention it to her in person, already knowing the sort of reception it would receive; she was one of the most capable of the victors, which was certainly why it was handy to have her in the arena with him. But that didn't make it any easier to come to terms with the fact that he might lose one of the few people he considered a friend.

"Just you and me so far," Finnick answered, words measured. She would have her own theories, undoubtedly, about why that was. Either they had been discovered or captured prior to the Games (but why just them then? There were others involved), or this arena divided the victors up. Which was unlike the previous styles of the arena. There couldn't be a bloodbath if they were all scattered about this hotel.

"We need to get you off this launchpad first," Finnick said. It would be safer to go looking for Katniss when it was the two of them. The girl would have to take care of herself for a few moments. (Maybe not your best plan, Odair, he mentally chided himself.) Still, with no countdown, it seemed as if the only thing for Johanna to do was to ... step off. If he edged closer, or put anything else on the floor surrounding and there were bombs, they would injure her anyway.
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