“I’ll tell them how I survive it. I’ll tell them that on bad mornings, it feels impossible to take pleasure in things because I’m afraid it could be taken away. That’s when I make a list in my head of every act of goodness I’ve seen someone do. It’s like a game. Repetitive. Even a little tedious after more than twenty years. But there are much worse games to play.”
"Like how they’ll use Annie for bait, Finnick?"
I can hear him weeping but I don’t care.
I couldn’t agree more. He would’ve been an excellent mouthpiece. And who did they fish out of the arena instead? Me, who won’t cooperate.