He stilled when her hand came into contact with his shoulder, knowing there was so little he could do. (Finnick hated being helpless. Often, it was worse than actually having the power to do something, even if that power was killing.) This wouldn't be a terrible death. It would be quick. They would be together if the pad exploded. But it would also be meaningless. He wasn't stupid. He knew that, physically, he and Johanna had the best chances of getting Katniss out of the arena.
"No," he answered, readily occupying himself with the strain of conversation she offered up. If this was the arena, there had to be weapons here. There wasn't any chance in hell that they had made an arena without it; people wanted to see him with his trident, Johanna with her axe, Katniss with her bow.
He didn't let himself flinch when she jumped. He did stare a moment too long when she was suddenly off the pad, free, and they were both unharmed. He wanted to be suspicious. He wanted to hug her, grateful that one of his only friends was still alive. He grinned while imagining her reaction, although he didn't explain the source of his amusement. Later, he figured. Later, he would hug her and deal with whatever bruises came as the consequences.
"I haven't seen anyone else," Finnick answered, not daring to say Mags' name out loud just yet. His heart twisted again just at the mention. She was another person he needed to protect -- and how was he supposed to do that if he couldn't find any of them? Someone certainly should have found them by now. They had both been shouting; that should have drawn the attention of the inevitable Career pack One and Two would form. They would go after him and Johanna as early as they safely could. So, where were they? That had been a perfect opportunity. Johanna had been trapped. They were both weaponless. His guard had never been exactly down, but he had certainly been distracted.
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"No," he answered, readily occupying himself with the strain of conversation she offered up. If this was the arena, there had to be weapons here. There wasn't any chance in hell that they had made an arena without it; people wanted to see him with his trident, Johanna with her axe, Katniss with her bow.
He didn't let himself flinch when she jumped. He did stare a moment too long when she was suddenly off the pad, free, and they were both unharmed. He wanted to be suspicious. He wanted to hug her, grateful that one of his only friends was still alive. He grinned while imagining her reaction, although he didn't explain the source of his amusement. Later, he figured. Later, he would hug her and deal with whatever bruises came as the consequences.
"I haven't seen anyone else," Finnick answered, not daring to say Mags' name out loud just yet. His heart twisted again just at the mention. She was another person he needed to protect -- and how was he supposed to do that if he couldn't find any of them? Someone certainly should have found them by now. They had both been shouting; that should have drawn the attention of the inevitable Career pack One and Two would form. They would go after him and Johanna as early as they safely could. So, where were they? That had been a perfect opportunity. Johanna had been trapped. They were both weaponless. His guard had never been exactly down, but he had certainly been distracted.