"Finnick!" She lunges into his arms, wrapping her thin limbs around him, holding herself against him. "Finnick- no, no, I'm not-- the Capitol- after you went--" Her hand goes to her hair immediately, clutching at the side of her head, a nervous tick of hers. The screams had been recorded, but they had been real.

"Are you real? Real or not real?" It could just be a hallucination. Wasn't the first time. But you couldn't lie when you asked someone real or not real. Even if he was a hallucination, he knew to play by the rules.

"I saw you-- they made me watch."