Johanna eyes Finnick warily, not trusting him as far as whipping out a camera goes. The last thing she needs is people getting the idea that she does this regularly and is softening up, in any way. "It's strange," she says, voice a bit disconnected, "to think that we're never going back there. I know I hated it, I know it was horrible, but in a way, it was still home."

And she'll never see Seven's forests again, never see her home or the people who lived in the city. She's alive, though, and she's nobody's pawn here. "Tristan, huh," she remarks, staring down at the kid. "I get to teach him to wield an axe, right?"