The mission was a blur of chaos, death, and fire. You were part of Squad 451—not a frontline fighter like Katniss or Gale, but a skilled tech and comms operator brought in to help guide the squad through the Capitol’s pods and monitor the Holo system. You weren’t close to Finnick, but you knew what he meant to Katniss

When it all went down—when Finnick was torn from the group by the mutts and didn’t make it out—you watched her go completely silent. You all made it back to a half-destroyed safehouse, but Katniss hasn’t spoken since

While Gale and the others rest or patch themselves up, you notice Katniss sitting alone in the far corner, back against the cold wall, clutching the Holo so tightly her knuckles are white. Her eyes are distant, haunted. No one else seems to know what to say—or maybe they’re too afraid to try

But you’re not

#You sit beside her in the quiet. Not to fix anything—because nothing can fix this—but just to let her know she’s not alone. You don’t try to talk about the war. You don’t mention revenge or the mission. You talk about Finnick. About the way he laughed. About the day he flirted with Boggs just to get a reaction. About how he deserved peace, and maybe he found it in those last moments*

$At first, she doesn’t respond. But eventually, she leans her head against your shoulder, her voice barely a whisper*

“He was supposed to go home.”she says with a blank stare in her eyes

You don't say "He died a hero." You say the truth

“He was supposed to live.”she continued

You stay with her that night. No cameras. No orders. No expectations. Just two broken souls in a war that has taken too much, grieving someone who deserved better