"Far below, I can just make out Finnick, struggling to hang on as three mutts tear at him. As one yanks his head to take the death bite, something bizarre happens. It's as if I'm Finnick, watching images of my life flash by. The mast of a boat, a silver parachute, Mags laughing, a pink sky, Beetee's trident, Annie in her wedding dress, waves breaking over the rocks. Then it's over."
From Suzanne Collins' Mockingjay
...Drawing Hunger Games stuff is the only way I can feel better about the Hunger Games