It hadn't even occurred to her that he might think it isn't safe. She had just been so determined on fixing this wrong, on wanting to make certain that Finnick knew - somehow, somewhere - that he knew about the baby that he'll never get to hold. Since it happened, his death has replayed over and over again in her head. The sacrifice he had made for her that had been made incredibly more painful the day her mother told her about Annie.
She had locked herself in a closet that day, unable to do anything but sit there as tears fell every now and then. All day she had been as mute as an Avox. She had left the phone hanging off the hook and refused to step out even when Haymitch had come knocking. The guilt had been overwhelming, too overwhelming.
Finnick Odair should never have died for her. Especially for a mission she failed to see through.
"It's safe," she whispers, that guilt threatening to overtake her all over again. "There aren't any more Hunger Games. It's safe, Finnick. I promise. It's safe."
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She had locked herself in a closet that day, unable to do anything but sit there as tears fell every now and then. All day she had been as mute as an Avox. She had left the phone hanging off the hook and refused to step out even when Haymitch had come knocking. The guilt had been overwhelming, too overwhelming.
Finnick Odair should never have died for her. Especially for a mission she failed to see through.
"It's safe," she whispers, that guilt threatening to overtake her all over again. "There aren't any more Hunger Games. It's safe, Finnick. I promise. It's safe."