[Trust himself? Does he? Sometimes. Definitely. Not right now, no. The spectre is strong, stretched into all of his corners, using his body. He struggles, and a frown tugs at his mouth, fists clenching. Unclenching. Clenching again.
And then there's a stillness. For a moment, Finnick thinks he's won, but then he's slammed back into the corner of his mind, almost gone.
He goes after Cinna, ready to rush him, attack him, hand going for his throat.]
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And then there's a stillness. For a moment, Finnick thinks he's won, but then he's slammed back into the corner of his mind, almost gone.
He goes after Cinna, ready to rush him, attack him, hand going for his throat.]