"Isn't it lovely. All alone.
Heart made of glass. My mind of stone.
Tear me to pieces. Skin to bone."
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BOOK 1 - Indiana Summers is the niece to two Victors and the sweetheart of the Capitol but now she'd been dropped into the...
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"Peeta?"
"Yes?" His voice replied instantaneously.
"I fear I'm going mad."
"Why?"
Indiana refused to mention that she was seeing figures of people that she loved but had died. Nor did she mention that she was able to communicate with them and, most peculiarly, touch them.
"I don't feel the pain anymore."
"That doesn't mean you're losing your mind. It means you've become immune to the pain. You've become stronger than it." Peeta said reassuringly. "I suppose one of us has to be."
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Holed up in Finnick's quarters, Cato was attempting to coach his friend through another metal breakdown using techniques he had used to help Indiana during anxiety attacks. Gripping the tanned man's calloused hands, Cato began helping to regulate his breathing, trying to get him to focus on anything other than the monsters in his head. Unfortunately, Finnick only seemed to be getting more hysterical and Cato had no choice other than to call for the medics.
Barely having the time to apologise for what was about to happen, Finnick was dragged from the room and Cato's presence was requested elsewhere. Apparently the Mockingjay required his assistance.
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Weapons were thrust into his hands after his body had been forced into an armoured suit and then he was marched towards the Airborne Division - where he was met with Katniss and an agitated Finnick.
"They won't let me go! I told them I was fine but they wouldn't believe me. They refuse to let me come with you."
Still dressed in his hospital gown, Finnick had rope knotted around his fingers and a wild look in his sea blue eyes. Cato wished there were something he could say that would comfort his friend or convince him that staying behind would be best but he knew Finnick was too far gone for reasoning.
Thankfully, the Mockingjay stepped in and managed to distract the man from Four with the promise of a specially designed trident for him down in Weaponry.
"Did Beetee really design a trident for him?" Cato asked, concern lacing his tone as he watched Finnick run off, the back of his gown flapping open.
"And a sword for you, whenever you decide you're ready." Katniss responded.
"I'm not sure I'll ever be ready," he admitted honestly, remembering the pain he had caused using a sword during both of his Games.
