I know that everything I say will be directly taken out on Peeta. Result in his torture. But not his death, no, nothing so merciful as that. Snow will ensure that his life is much worse than death.
“It’s all right, Finnick. It’s just a jabberjay. They’re playing a trick on us,” I say. “It’s not real. It’s not your … Annie.”
“No, it’s not Annie. But the voice was hers. Jabberjays mimic what they hear. Where did they get those screams, Katniss?” he says. I can feel my own cheeks grow pale as I understand his meaning. “Oh, Finnick, you don’t think they …”
“Yes. I do. That’s exactly what I think,” he says.
❝The main thing is the way people look at you and talk to you, because you don’t feel any different. A light never went off, like ‘Ok, I’m a new me.’ So it’s hard when people treat you differently, I mean you don’t feel any differently. It’s alienating. You feel like a zoo animal, or something. I don’t know what it is. It’s something in somebody’s eyes. It’s like not connecting, not making eye contact sometimes. And now I’m surrounded by people all the time, and I can be so lonely when everyone goes. But I have to remind myself it’s just being alone, it’s not lonely. —Jennifer Lawrence