"One day, I’m going to volunteer, just like you did."
“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.
“No one really needs me,” he says, and there’s no self pity in his voice. It’s true his family doesn’t need him. They will mourn him, as will a handful of friends. But they will get on. Even Haymitch, with the help of a lot of white liquor, will get on. I realize only one person will be damaged beyond repair if Peeta dies. Me.”
“I realize only one person will be damaged beyond repair if Peeta dies. Me.”