"I know. It's okay, to be scared." He looks up, sees a guard shifting to move, looks back down at her. "You wouldn't be human if you weren't scared; you'd be like the rest of these bastards. Hang onto that, okay? Even if they try to change that, remember everything you're telling me. Don't let them change that."

Someone's walking up behind him, and he hugs her closer, heartbeat rapid despite the calmness he's trying to mask his face with.

"I'm not a good person, either. I'll remember that. We'll both remember, right? Remember your family and what you like doing--all the stuff that makes you you. All the stuff that connects you to other people, like your sister, or Finnick."

They're going to take him soon. Possibly her next, after him, like a series of cruel gun spray. He can tell--knows. One of them is already crossing the room in a beeline, his cold blank eyes locked on him.