Silver Parachutes or Something

"Far below, I can just make out Finnick, struggling to hang on as three mutts tear at him. As one yanks back his head to take the death bite, something bizarre happens. It's as if I'm Finnick, watching images of my life flash by. The mast of a boat, a silver parachute, Mags laughing, a pink sky, Beetee's trident, Annie in her wedding dress, waves breaking over rocks. Then it's over."


9. Death

Annie Odair feels an infinity away.

The truth: I am scared to die.

I’m scared because the truth is that my fear of death is not based on Annie needing me so much as on me needing Annie. No matter how many years she’s been vacant, she’s always been there. Something to come back to. Neither one of us has even quite been dead and now I will be. Am. Nearly.

And I suppose I wish I could think something a little more special and more poignant with the last of my mind but all I observe, as the veil slips towards me and stoops, is the remarkable amount I manage to process in-between my head falling backwards and the last thing I ever see.

Katniss, I think, as she watches me – her face is a drawn out scream that never sounds – you had better win this. This is for you and for Annie... and for a community of woven stories… and for a father the Capitol stole from me... and a woman with a gritty laugh... and a sunset... and Annie and Annie and Annie… Now please don’t look Katniss. I chose this remember; you didn’t make me die. Please now, look away, please don’t watch. Don’t.

It hangs there and then it – perhapswhatever’sontheothersideoftheonewaydoorisBeyondPanem – Ends.

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