She was their priority in all of this. Katniss, who doesn't know what's happening, doesn't know that under all the preparations by a significant proportion of the tributes in this, ha, this 75th Hunger Games and Third Quarter Quell as they've heard said over and over again, is the heart of a revolution, a revolution that's formed around her.
And here's Finnick, with the bangle that's meant to be Haymitch's pledge of goodwill to Katniss if she trusts Finnick gleaming on his wrist, and no Katniss, not arena, no anything Finnick knows, in sight.
Until he hears a muted voice that most people would dismiss for a mumble. Not Finnick. Finnick knows it as well as if Mags were his mother, not just his mentor.
For Mags, and only for Mags, a little of the tension in his body unwinds, though his eyes, sea-green and bright, are still darting around them, assessing for threats, until he sees her and, making it easier for her, closes the distance between them.
There is so much to say to her, and so little that can actually be said. This isn't the plan, but they can give no hint of that anywhere the Capitol may be listening. Not if they want to live to see the plan play out.
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She was their priority in all of this. Katniss, who doesn't know what's happening, doesn't know that under all the preparations by a significant proportion of the tributes in this, ha, this 75th Hunger Games and Third Quarter Quell as they've heard said over and over again, is the heart of a revolution, a revolution that's formed around her.
And here's Finnick, with the bangle that's meant to be Haymitch's pledge of goodwill to Katniss if she trusts Finnick gleaming on his wrist, and no Katniss, not arena, no anything Finnick knows, in sight.
Until he hears a muted voice that most people would dismiss for a mumble. Not Finnick. Finnick knows it as well as if Mags were his mother, not just his mentor.
For Mags, and only for Mags, a little of the tension in his body unwinds, though his eyes, sea-green and bright, are still darting around them, assessing for threats, until he sees her and, making it easier for her, closes the distance between them.
There is so much to say to her, and so little that can actually be said. This isn't the plan, but they can give no hint of that anywhere the Capitol may be listening. Not if they want to live to see the plan play out.
"This isn't the arena."