𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕 (Finnick Odair)

𝚡𝚟𝚒𝚒𝚒.

𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛: 𝚡𝚟𝚒𝚒𝚒.

𝚂𝚊𝚏𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍.

It wasn't even dawn when they gathered around Tigris's TV to watch Thirteen break through the Capitol broadcast, eating liver pate and fig cookies. Saffreen could barely hold down a mouthful of pate and placated herself with the cookies. Gale watched her carefully.

They were sending empty vehicles down the streets to set off pods. Around four in the morning, the rebels started carving three paths, A, B, and C, toward the heart of the Capitol.

"This can't last," Gale said. "In fact I'm surprised they've kept it going for so long. The Capitol will adjust by deactivating specific pods and then manually triggering them when their targets come in range."

Saffreen nodded along.

Gale was right. Within minutes, the Capitol did exactly that. Twenty rebel soldiers were blown to bits.

"I bet it's killing Plutarch not to be in the control room on this one," Peeta noted.

The rebels returned the broadcast to the Capitol. A reporter was announcing the blocks that civilians would have to be evacuated from.

Katniss marked her paper map where the opposing armies were.

Tigris offered to be their spy for the day. She secured them in the basement before she left for the Capitol with the herds of people fleeing their apartments.

Katniss paced the room, deep in thought. Saffreen lay on her nest of furs, flat on her back, staring at the ceiling.

"Can I have my knives?" she called at one point.

Katniss didn't stop moving. "No."

"Please."

"No."

"If I was going to kill myself, I'd find a different way. Hold my head under the faucet, suffocate myself with some of these furs. I'd bet I could even make a noose with some of the stuff down here. But I don't want to kill myself."

All eyes were on them, then, waiting to see what Katniss would do. "Saff..." Katniss said, whirling to look at her, her expression softening.

"Katniss," Saffreen replied. "I'm not going to do anything. You don't even have to give me my gun. I just want my knives."