Tear It Apart⇸Finnick Odair [2]

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There's no shortage of people that rush to help her with the small details of the wedding that Plutarch had tried to turn into a very regal, celebratory Capitol affair. It was perhaps the sole thing she had agreed with Coin about, that theyre wasn't a need to spend needlessly when the weddings she was familiar with of 10 relied on the people opposed to anything else. District 4 wasn't all that different that they needed fancy things, Finnick certainly didn't as he aaz just content to go around telling people he was getting married. He didn't need decorations that the citizens of 13 volunteered to make by hand, or the choir of children willing to sing 4's wedding song.

Terra knew it was going to be more than she could have imagined, better than she could have imagined, as she was constantly approached by people asking her opinion - mostly by those brave enough to seek her out when she wasn't found in the dining hall where everything was being set up. Still, she had to thank them when a few came to her and asked how to cure meats the way they did in 10 and Terra ended up spending the afternoon in the kitchen helping them cook.

"How aren't you going crazy?" Katniss asks her softly, eyeing the people that ran around them. "I've been gone a few days and come back to an entirely different place."

"Apparently they don't have many festivities around here," Terra tells her.

"You can tell," Katniss mumbles and she snorts, ducking her head to hide her laughter from the group that passed them by.

"Oh, um, I know you've grown to be a good friend to Finnick, and I know that you're probably going to have a place in the fun," Terra begins, wringing her hands nervously, "But I wanted to warn you that I've asked if Peeta can come."

The Mockingjay stiffens, a glaze passing over her eyea and she's quick to say more in reassurance.

"He's been doing very well lately. They've been giving him therapy, and though it hasn't worked just yet to help him, I can recognize him more. He's in there, Katniss, I can see it even if he's having trouble," she says sincerely, gently touching the pther girls hand. "I had grown close to him as well, when we were gone. He cared for me when I was hurt, he helped me see reason, and I can't just, I want him to be there because I don't know if I'd be here without him, Katniss."

"Terra . . . " Katniss shifts nervously, looking to her face with a tight expression. "He can be . . . dangerous."

"I know. I know. Don't worry, okay? All I did was ask so there's no guarantee he'll be there, but if he is, I promise he won't hurt anyone. I'll keep an eye on him personally if I have to."

"It's okay, T. I- Peeta deserves to be there. I'll just make sure to keep out of sight."

"Thank you, Katniss, for understanding. I was worried you'd boycott the wedding," she teased, nudging the younger girl.

"I think I'd boycott the camera's more than anything else."

"The cameras don't bother me all that much anymore, you know? I'm so used to them now that it's just the people behind them that upset me."

"I used to hate seeing you," Katniss tells her. "In those stupid dresses doing whatever the Capitol wanted. I hated you. I didn't know what it was really like until the Quell at least."

Terra smiles softly. "I felt the same way. I hated how you rushed everything, even if you didn't know what you were doing. And I couldn't stand how bad your acting was. You might have loved Peeta then, but you didn't do a very good job at showing it."

"I'm sorry. If I had done a better job then nothing would have happened to you, the other Victors wouldn't have died. I'm sorry," she apologizes, her voice growing hoarse the longer she speaks.