Tear It Apart⇸Finnick Odair [2]

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They were inseparable, or rather, she refused to separate from his side because of she did then he might disappear and she would would die if he left again.

Terra was nothing without him, and if she had to cling to his hand as a small child would then so be it. She was far beyond caring what other people thought of her.

She just wanted to be near him, be reassured that he was still alive and breathing. She didn't have time to be embarrassed when she was on cloud nine.

It was what kept her happy and smiling as she rode that blissful wave of Finnick being there in her arms with a baby on the way.

It was why it was so difficult to feel the drop when it finally came to her, feeling that dumped over her like a bucket of icy water that drenched her over and dragged her back with nails scrapping the floor, screaming her protest his wide eyes and mouth wide open.

It didn't make sense to her. She could see the sentiment reflected on the faces of those around her.

"You're not serious!" She demands, lips curling in disgust at Coins dead set expression.

Johanna screams something unintelligible as she tries to keep her mind from buzzing. It was a dining sound that ticked on endlessly, blowing her vision. Finnick's hand was a steady weight on her back.

See, bringing back the Hunger Games just to punish the citizens of the Capitol, forcing them to watch as their children were murdered.

It wasn't... she hated them. She hated all of those in the Capitol that had just watched and encouraged as we were forced to fight and kill each other — but they wanted to drag more children into it, innocent children that couldn't help where they were born or what they were being taught.

To force that sort of thing to continue... how could she even suggest it?

"No. I should also tell you that if we do hold the Games, it will be known it was done with your approval,although the individual breakdown of your votes will be kept secret for your own security," Coin tells us. 

"Was this Plutarch's idea?" asks Haymitch. 

"It was mine," says Coin. "It seemed to balance the need for vengeance with the least loss of life. You maycast your votes." 

"No!" bursts out Peeta. "I vote no, of course! We can't have another Hunger Games!" 

"Why not?" Johanna retorts. "It seems very fair to me. Snow even has a granddaughter. I vote yes." 

"So do I," says Enobaria, almost indifferently. "Let them have a taste of their own medicine." 

"This is why we rebelled! Remember?" Peeta looks at the rest of us. "Annie?" 

"I vote no with Peeta," she says, not meeting Johanna's searching gaze. 

"No," says Beetee. "It would set a bad precedent. We have to stop viewing one another as enemies. At thispoint, unity is essential for our survival. No."

Coin nods, turning to Finnick and Terra and she feels her stomach drop, completely unsure of she wanted to say. A hand curls to rest on her stomach. 

"Where are Marium, Cornel and Wilber?" she asks instead, focusing on them as she tries to justify the part of her that wished to say yes. "Don't they get a vote?" 

"They've already cast their votes." 

Her jaw clenches. "When was that?" 

"When I brought the debate to their attention earlier this morning. I did not wish to disturb their mourning."