[The spectre tugs Finnick's hand away fast, a faint rippling of pain moving through his body as the blood drips slowly. It's not a large wound, but it throbs. Good girl, Katniss. Keep it up.
He isn't in control of himself, and the spectre still doesn't understand his body, the way he moves, or maybe it's just that it doesn't really have access to Finnick's memories of training, of all the ways that he can hurt a person. Kill them. He's thankful for that, because the idea of killing Katniss would have made him feel sick if he wasn't trapped where he was.
Finnick climbs back to his feet before Katniss does, but the spectre is smart enough to hold still - for the moment - as the arrow is aimed at him.]
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He isn't in control of himself, and the spectre still doesn't understand his body, the way he moves, or maybe it's just that it doesn't really have access to Finnick's memories of training, of all the ways that he can hurt a person. Kill them. He's thankful for that, because the idea of killing Katniss would have made him feel sick if he wasn't trapped where he was.
Finnick climbs back to his feet before Katniss does, but the spectre is smart enough to hold still - for the moment - as the arrow is aimed at him.]
Katniss.
[His body jerks toward her, stops, jerks again.]