Inside the hovercraft en route to District 13, you and Finnick find yourselves in the medical room. You lie on a cot, a bandage snugly wrapped around your arm, ignoring Finnick’s concerned glances as he tries to gauge your well-being.

With Johanna and Peeta captured by the Capitol, a gnawing guilt festers within you, a familiar ache that comes from being a Victor. Yet, this time, it stings deeper because it’s two of your closest friends at stake. Meanwhile, Finnick’s mind is consumed with one thought: he’s profoundly relieved that you’re by his side, convinced he wouldn’t be able to endure this chaos without you.

The cot may be small, but when you feel a gentle dip in the mattress and the familiar scent of salt water envelops you, you relent and turn to bury yourself into Finnick’s chest. His arms encircle you, offering a comforting embrace. In this moment, amidst the brewing storm of the impending rebellion, you both find solace in each other.