Nov 5, 2016
gala.
No. Not again. He could only hear the screams at first, and assumed it was jabberjays again. Of course it didn’t make listening any easier, his heart physically aching in his chest every time he’d heard the piercing sounds; but he was trying with everything he had to remind himself this was all the Capitol. Finnick had to be a master at their games by now.
It wasn’t until the crowd parted for a moment that he actually saw the toddler. His toddler. In chains. “No.” The word was quiet as all breath left him, feeling as if he could throw up right there, on the shoes of the Capitol citizens he’d been forced to stand with. “No,” he repeated, taking a few shaky steps toward his son. “Ethan. Ethan!”