#KiraSpinoff

So that’s who Finnick loves, I think. Not his string of fancy lovers in the Capitol. But a poor, mad girl back home. 

…my last thought will be of your lips.

His fingers move rapidly, automatically tying and unraveling various knots as he gazes about. Probably part of his therapy. I cross to him and say, "Hey, Finnick." He doesn’t seem to notice, so I nudge him to get his attention. "Finnick! How are you doing?"

"Katniss," he says, gripping my hand. Relieved to see a familiar face, I think. "Why are we meeting here?"

"I told Coin I’d be her Mockingjay. But I made her promise to give the other tributes immunity if the rebels won," I tell him. "In public, so there are plenty of witnesses."

"Oh. Good. Because I worry about that with Annie. That she’ll say something that could be construed as traitorous without knowing it," says Finnick.

Annie. Uh-oh. Totally forgot her.

"Don’t worry, I took care of it." I give Finnick’s hand a squeeze and head straight for the podium at the front of the room. Coin, who is glancing over her statement, raises her eyebrows at me.

"I need you to add Annie Cresta to the immunity list," I tell her.

The president frowns slightly. "Who’s that?"

"She’s Finnick Odair’s—" What? I don’t really know what to call her. "She’s Finnick’s friend. From District Four. Another victor. She was arrested and taken to the Capitol when the arena blew up."

“Oh, the mad girl. That’s not really necessary,” she says. "We don’t make a habit of punishing anyone that frail."

"It’s better for him than Johanna. They’ll figure out he doesn’t know anything pretty fast. And they won’t kill him if they think they can use him against you," says Finnick. "Like bait?" I say to the ceiling. "Like how they’ll use Annie for bait, Finnick?"

I can hear him weeping but I don’t care.

- Finnick’s Poem to Annie

"Did you love Annie right away, Finnick?" I ask. "No." A long time passes before he adds "She crept up on me." - Page 174.