Tear It Apart⇸Finnick Odair [2]

06

Pretty clothes and forceful, cold showers were the best parts of her days now after having spent what felt like weeks locked within a cell held down by chains.

She tried to be allowed to stay as long as she could but they dragged her out, holding her wrists where the skin had rubbed raw and blistered, pressing against her leg where it still burned with a dull ache.

They pulled her to the elevator, hitting the button for the 10th floor, and she scowled when it opened to a pristine suite exactly the same as when she left it. It felt mocking for her to be here, forcefully and against her will, and as they pulled her along to her room she felt her stomach drop at how changed it was. Her bed was gone, replaced with chairs from Snow's manor and the backdrop window was changed to something that she had seen from her last interview. She looked around, glancing around at the anxiously at the few people that stood around.

Egeria came to stand before her, grabbing her face with manicured nails and digging into her cheeks viciously. "You will tell them only how grateful you are for the generosity of the Capitol. You will say nothing of your living quarters. Answer the questions asked of you and at the end plead with Finnick to speak sense into Katniss."

She bites back the retort and stares straight at the woman unresponsive.

"Do well here and you will be permitted more space when you return," the woman compromised begrudgingly, most likely not allowed to be doing this, and she nodded in acceptance thinking of how she'll be allowed to move closer to Annie or Johanna this way.

Caesar came in, sitting in his chair immediately, and Terra followed slowly after him, legs weak, and tugged at her clothes as she went - frowning at her long sleeved white shirt and the floor length skirt that brushed against her ankles. It felt very Reaping Day Best as she settled next to him, sinking into the comfortable seat with a satisfied hum.

There was a motion in front of her, people readying the cameras and they began the countdown. There was no comfort this time as Caesar immediately went about his introductions and turn the attention towards her.

"The last we had seen of you, Terra, you were being carried by your guards in order to receive medical care. Almost a week had passed and the Nation was beginning to grow worried for you. Tell us, how are you healing?"

She gulped, fingering her loose locks that hung over her shoulders. "I'm healing very well thanks to the wonderful care I've received in the Capitol, that it's almost unfair."

"That's reassuring to us all, my dear." He turns to the camera and nods, smiling gently, and she has to fight back the way her stomach rolls.

"I'm very humbled by the concern that has been shown to me, but I assure you that there is nothing to fear while I'm being cared for in the Capitol. They care for me so well here and I am eternally grateful for everything that has been done for myself and the others," Terra praised, fumbling with her fingers on her lap.

"You are worth every moment. As a loyal Victor to the Capitol you are always welcome here among us," Caesar said, nodding this way and that, and Terra forced a smile.

"Loyalty is the only thing that will save us from this horrible situation. Loyalty to the Capitol. Put your weapons down or turn them towards the rebels, but don't fight against the hand that has cared for you for so long," she pleads, forcing her eyes to water by digging her fingers into her burning wrists. "Finnick, please, if you can hear me, if you're even allowed to see this, please persuade Katniss from this path of death and destruction that she leads. Convince the rebels that this isn't worth it, that none of it is worth it."

Caesar looks back and froth between herself and the camera as though hee hadn't expected a word she was to say. "Are you asking for the past Victors to place their loyalty back in the hands of the Capitol?"