'Katniss. Katniss, I'm sorry.' Finnick's voice comes from the bed next to me and slips into my consciousness. Perhaps because we're in the same kind of pain. 'I wanted to go back for him and Johanna, but I couldn't move.'
I don’t answer. Finnick Odair’s good intentions mean less than nothing.
‘It’s better for him than Johanna. They’ll figure out he doesn’t know anything pretty fast. And they won’t kill him if they think they can use him against you,’ says Finnick.
‘Like bait?’ I say to the ceiling. ‘Like how they’ll use Annie for bait, Finnick?’
I can hear him weeping but I don’t care. They probably won’t even bother to question her, she’s so far gone. Gone right off the deep end years ago in her Games. There’s a good chance I’m headed in the same direction. Maybe I’m already going crazy and no one has the heart to tell me. I feel crazy enough.
‘I wish she was dead,” he says. “I wish they were all dead and we were, too. It would be best.’
Catching Fire - Suzanne Collins
All the odds are
They’re in my favor
Something’s bound to give in
It’s gonna happen
Maybe this time
Maybe this time I’ll win
Maybe This Time - Cabaret