"Do you remember what I said about you the day of the reaping?"
Finnick nodded.
"I genuinely believed every word-"
"I know you did," He smiled thoughtfully, "I've never heard you say a single thing that felt scripted. You always just- say what you want to. What you're thinking I've always enjoyed that about you."
"Except I don't Finnick," Kaianna scoffed, "not always anyway."
"And not right now." He corrected.
"Not right now," Kaianna agreed. Her green eyes shined with an emotion that Finnick recognized immediately, from feeling it himself. They understood what each other were feeling, and exactly what was being said without words. Which was good, considering neither of them had the guts to say it out loud, "probably not ever."
"That's not true." He smiled knowingly.
"The point is," Kaianna dodged his belief easily, "my view on you is starting to change. I've been able to see you from a different perspective, and I never would've let that happen on my own."
"I believe that." He chuckled.
"Don't take it personally," She shrugged. When she looked in his eyes, she knew he somehow didn't understand where she was coming from, "everyone I've ever loved, has been stolen from me. To get to know someone, is to let yourself care about them, and all that does, is put them in danger. In my experience at least."
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𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐎𝐃𝐀𝐈𝐑 𝐗 𝐎𝐂
"Novalie, or, Nova Blackthorn. Won her games at fifteen. One of the only female victors from district four. Don't let her innocent appearance fool you. She's brutal, ruthless. I'm talkin' like, major league crazy. She can kill a person just by stomping on their head, I've seen it."
"I never wanted to be a pawn of the Capitol. I just wanted to go home."
"When you're in that arena, you're not thinkin' about gentle ways to kill other tributes. All you know is almost everyone is out to get ya', and you gotta get them before they get you."
"The first time I saw you two at the tribute parade, I thought the whole romance thing was an act. But when that fog started rolling in, and you didn't care about anything but her, not even yourself... I knew I'd been wrong. You love her. And anybody paying attention can tell."
"Yeah... she's the other half of my soul. When we're apart, it feels like I'm missing something fundamental. Being in her presence is as essential as breathing."
"Yes. I do love him. More than I have ever loved anything. He treated me like I was somebody. Not a victor, or a Capitol favorite. A real person."
𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐫, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐲. 𝐔𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐤𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭. 𝐔𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚 '𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞'. 𝐔𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭.