I search his eyes for any sign of hurt, any reflection of the agony and torture. There is nothing.
I’m the monster. I’m the mutt. I’m the one Snow has turned into a weapon!
not a ghost story // a mix for doctor who, series seven (listen)
the perfect family :’0
So that’s who Finnick loves. Not his string of fancy lovers in the Capitol. But a poor, mad girl back home.
You make them so afraid. When you began all those years ago, sailing off to see the universe, did you ever think you’d become this? The man who can turn an army around at the mention of his name. Doctor. The word for healer and wise man, throughout the universe.
“We had to save you because you’re the mockingjay, Katniss. While you live the revolution lives.”
“I don’t want you forgetting how different our circumstaces are. If you die, and I live, there’s no life for me at all back in District Twelve. You’re my whole life.” Peeta says. “I would never be happy again. It’s different for you. I’m not saying it wouldn’t be hard. But there are other people who’d make your life worth living.”
“No one really needs me,” he says, and there’s no selfpity in his voice. It’s true his family doesn’t need him. They will mourn him, as will a handfull of friends. But they will get on…. I realise only one person will be damaged beyond repair if Peeta dies. Me.
“I do,” I say. “I need you.”
Kill the boy and let the man be born
Finnick, glistening & gorgeous, stands a few yards away…