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[effective]

[There’s a girl staring down at the netbook in blank incomprehension. Observant people might notice the burn scars on her hands, crawling up her neck. Slowly, her gaze drags upwards to see the light that indicates the camera’s on, and recognition flickers in her eyes. She sets the netbook down and sits on a bed nearby, curling her feet under her. One hand is clenched around a bow, and the quiver is on her back already] You can see me, can’t you. [It’s not a question, and she doesn’t even appear to be addressing the camera.] Of course you can. They’re always watching.

It was supposed to be over. All of this. The fighting, the killing. It was supposed to be over. And don’t tell me there might not be killing. You don’t hand a victor a weapon and expect them not to use it.

[She stands, swiftly, drawing an arrow from the quiver and setting it on the string in one smooth movement. It’s aimed at the netbook. The expression on the girl’s face is almost too intense. A smile touches her lips, but there’s nothing positive in the expression] If you want me to fight for you, I’m going to need you to bring me Peeta.

[Her arms jerk up, aiming elsewhere, and the arrow is released. There’s a crash that indicates she hit something, and judging by the look of hard satisfaction in her eyes, it’s what she wanted to hit.] I could use Haymitch, too.

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[insecrets]

I think it's more because those of us who were left behind put a stop to them. [It's not that Finnick is forgiving; he just doesn't hate them. Is what they did any different than their own actions, really? Besides. A few died by his own hand for their idiocy. That was enough.]

We're not. [He smiles at her, one eyebrow raising at the command. Hey, you're not the mockingjay anymore, remember?]

[district7]

Murder makes for an effective deterrent. [She notes with a snort, though it isn't meant to be pointing fingers. If Finnick hadn't done what he did, there was a real chance she could've died.

Johanna rolls her eyes.] In the head, maybe, but that's nothing new.

[effective]

[Her expression twists, because the killing never stops, and they're both killers but they're both her friends. And it's not like she isn't a killer too. the dead bodies don't just disappear because you decide you don't want to do it anymore.

She closes her eyes for a moment, and only a fellow victor can know what a sign of trust that is. Sickin the head. Her eyes open again, and they're still there] How likely is it that I'm just making this all up?

[insecrets]

[Finnick gives a small shrug. He highly doubts he was the only one to end a few lives over the last few days. The civilians were hellbent on harm, maybe even intending to kill people themselves. There's a sidelong glance sent Johanna's way.] Self-defense. They would have killed us if they could have.

[He glances back at Katniss.] About as likely as we are. [Which means incredibly likely.]

[district7]

Didn't stop them from trying. [Her fingers brush against the bruise on her face, smiling bitterly. She's not quite as forgiving for attempts on her life, even if it was her fault.]

Speak for yourself. I'm nowhere near as messed up as you two.