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“Ladies and gentleman, from District Four, please welcome Finnick Odair!” Caesar Flickerman’s voice boomed. The audience erupted into applause as Finnick came onto the stage, the bright lights illuminating his face and causing him to squint slightly. When he saw everyone staring at him expectantly, he gave them all a bright grin.

“Mr Odair, we are so glad to have you here tonight. So tell me, what was it like to leave behind your family in District Four. It was hard, I imagine.”

He nodded in response. “It was. I only hope that I’ll get to see them again.”

There was a collection of ‘aahs’ from the audience and Caesar nodded towards them. “And not just family, I hear there’s a special someone as well. Y/N?”

Finnick gave him a look of surprise and confusion. “Y/N? They’re my friend. I mean they’re special, of course, but not in that way.”

“Of course. So, they’re your friend.”

“They’re my best friend. Actually, more like a sibling. Been around for longer than I can remember.”

"So you hope to get back home and see them again?”

“Absolutely”


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There. He’s done it again. Dropped a bomb that wipes out the efforts of every tribute who came before him.

Well, maybe not. Maybe this year he has only lit the fuse on a bomb that the victors themselves have been building. Hoping someone would be able to detonate it. Perhaps thinking it would be me in my bridal gown. Not knowing how much I rely on Cinna’s talents, whereas 

Peeta needs nothing more than his wits.