Later, she'll never be able to pinpoint what it is that sets her off, exactly. There's just something about him, standing there, the perfect Capital pet. There have been no tragic accidents to make him appear more sympathetic to the masses. He is everything she killed her family to avoid being, and she can't decide if she hates him more, or herself.

Her body moves without thought, muscle memory remembering how it had work in the arena, how to push off, what to aim for. She doesn't have an axe, but they've given her long, sharp nails for the tour and Johanna intends to make use of them as the shell that is left of her gives up the ghost and breaks wide open. She throws herself at Finnick with a wordless snarl. Part of her just wants to make him hurt, punish him for being the proof of what she should have done, what she couldn't do. The other part wonders if he'll just kill her.