"Capable how?" Finnick asks, growing more intrigued by the second.
His thoughts immediately flash to everything he's heard about District 13, the revolution headquarters buried deep underground where a whole city of people lives free from the binds of the Capitol. He can't help wondering, no matter how absurd the notion, if maybe they're the same, if maybe he hasn't been transported to another world or planet so much as been thrust forward in time. Centuries ahead, maybe millenia. And this little island surrounded by water is nothing more the ruins of Panem, the underground city the only remains of what he once knew.
His fingers tighten briefly around the marbles and he unconsciously leans in closer. "Who would I talk to about going down there?"
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His thoughts immediately flash to everything he's heard about District 13, the revolution headquarters buried deep underground where a whole city of people lives free from the binds of the Capitol. He can't help wondering, no matter how absurd the notion, if maybe they're the same, if maybe he hasn't been transported to another world or planet so much as been thrust forward in time. Centuries ahead, maybe millenia. And this little island surrounded by water is nothing more the ruins of Panem, the underground city the only remains of what he once knew.
His fingers tighten briefly around the marbles and he unconsciously leans in closer. "Who would I talk to about going down there?"