Tiny, searing stabs. Wherever the droplets of mist touch my skin.
"Run!" I scream at the others. "Run!"
Finnick snaps awake instantly, rising to counter an enemy. But when he sees the wall of fog, he tosses a still-sleeping Mags onto his back and takes off. Peeta is on his feet but not as alert. I grab his arm and begin to propel him through the jungle after Finnick.
remember who the real enemy is.
"I always try to be true to who I am and just be myself"
set my hands on fire
head on fire
dress on fire
an angel on fire
and I'm burning to escape the cold
Christopher Paolini, Inheritance
no, this is who i am.