Jason's not the first to warn him of the island's cruelty. But given that he's still not convinced this isn't all in his head, he hasn't spent too much time worrying about it.

But for the first time, he does just that. There a million horrifying things this place could bring from home. Mutts and trackerjackers. President Snow himself. Nearly every rich patron he serviced back in the Capitol, the ones who wanted to break him as much as fuck him, and every kid he killed in the arena. Annie with her mind shattered, victorious and alive but torn to pieces inside and out.

"Is it still here?" he asks. "Your grave." He isn't sure why he wants to know or why it even matters, but it seems important somehow.