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I wait for the signs of who might be coming through the door. Either District I'd be glad to see, a best friend or a boyfriend, either one was family, either one was home. The large number of Capitiolians at the station, a crowd that seems to grow larger every year, must be the reason for the hold-up. Probably because they were waiting for Finnick. They love him here, sometimes a little too much.

Yup, I decide. It's definitely Finnick's fault the trains are delayed.

A few minutes go by, and I look at the time. If 7 and 4 didn't come soon, we'd have to go upstairs to watch the Reapings because we wouldn't want to keep the kids up too late.

Soon shouting can be heard from outside the lobby, flashes of light pour in from the frosted windows. We couldn't see the source of the flashes since they didn't want people to be able to see in or out, but I didn't need to be able to see to know what was going on.

My brother and Clove look at the four of us mentors in confusion.

My brother turns to me. "What's going on out there?"

I can see Enobaria rolling her eyes and Brutus chuckling to himself. They know whose coming. Agustus, on the other hand, doesn't know about my relationship but definitely knows who is coming through the door. What can I say? We careers tend to idolize other careers when we're training, and Augustus was definitely a fan of Finnick's.

A smirk grows on my face. "The help has just arrived." I stand up from the couch I'd been sitting on, and so do the other mentors in anticipation of another team walking through the door. Cato and Clove look so confused and are still sitting on the couches, not understanding what's happening.

I go to stand in front of our cluster of seats and couches to ensure that I can be seen from the doorway.

The shouting and flashes grow wilder for a moment, and soon we can see peacekeepers struggling to usher several people in through the revolving door.

I try not to laugh.

A man trips on the door frame, but recovers. Once he stands up, a few other people file in behind him, and he catches a glimpse of my face for the first time.

"Looks like 2's at it again, staying up to wait for me to grace them with my presence," shouts Finnick across the lobby. I can see Enobaria face-palm at the statement in my peripherals. Finnick turns to talk to his group from District 4 but makes sure that we can still hear him at the same time. "Just between us, I'm pretty sure they've got their own shrine of me in their centre or something."

Cato's jaw drops. "That's Finnick?"

I can't help but laugh at my brother's remark. I think Cato only saw Finnick as this huge and intimidating guy because he'd just watched his games. He didn't realize that Finnick tended to be a big goofball most of the time.

Not replying to my brother, instead choosing to let him stir in his existential crisis, I call over to Finnick. "Why don't you come over and socialize?"

Finnick says something to his group, and judging on the fact that they all move for the elevators afterwards, he must've told them that he'd meet them upstairs.

Since I'm standing a bit in front of the chairs, Finnick meets me first. He stands exceptionally close to me, towering over me intimidatingly.

I smirk up at him. We both know that we can't be open with our relationship out here, but that didn't mean that we couldn't banter. "I thought I smelt stale seawater."

He looks down at me, giving me a fake smile. "And I thought I spotted a bunch of arrogant and overconfident egos."

I crinkle my nose and shake my head. "No, sorry, that was a mirror you were looking in."

Finnick is the first to break and smiles down and me. I can't help but smile too. There's a moment of pure innocence between us. I stare into his eyes, and I can see that he wants to hug me just as bad as I want to hug him right now. But we both know that we can't, so we just look at each other with a twinge of sadness in our otherwise grinning eyes.

Before either of us can say anything else, the other mentors walk up to where we're standing.

Brutus reaches out to give Finnick a firm handshake. Both Finnick and I know it's time to go into game mode. "How are you doing, man?" says Finnick as he moves over to shake Enobaria and Augustus' hands as well.

"Pretty good," says Brutus shortly. He's come to know Finnick pretty well over the years, so he's pretty relaxed with him. "How're your tributes looking this year?"

Finnick shifts his weight around a bit and casually places his new room key card in his wallet. "Our boy is pretty young; no one volunteered for him either, so that was a bit unusual. Our girl is decent, though. Not to the level of some of our other recent tributes, but she'll be able to help out at the bloodbath and do some damage at least."

Finnick is the better actor out of the two of us. He's good at keeping our relationship under the radar and is making sure to give all of the mentors from two equal attention, and not just focus on me. I'm not as good at that as he is.

Augustus looks completely star-struck, while Enobaria remains stoic, probably calculating strategy in her head.

"We're glad that you're working with us this year," replies Brutus.

Finnick gives a small smile. "Happy to help."

"Mr. Odair, I am such a big fan of you, I used to have your poster on my wall," gushes Augustus.

Enobaria, Brutus, and I try and hide our snickers.

Finnick, who absolutely loves attention, looks completely flattered. He places an arm on Augustus' shoulder. "Well then, it looks like you have good taste." Finnick glances at his watch. "Looks like I better get up there before they start watching the Reaping. Oh, and Octavia, would you mind meeting me later to discuss a deal?"

To anyone else, those words sound like a casual and formal meeting between two Victor friends. I try to make my face as stoic as Enobaria's to mask my excitement. "I'm sure I could clear some time."

Finnick makes his way to the elevators and waves at us, and then to our tributes. Cato and Clove wave back. Finnick takes notice of the bracelet on Cato's hand. "Nice bracelet, kid."

Cato smiles, knowing that it was Finnick who had gifted him the token bracelet.

Before anyone gets the chance to discuss our encounter with 4, the flashing and shouting picks up again. It's not as loud or as bright as last time, but it's enough to know that the only district left to arrive for the night, 7, is coming in.

That and the fact that I can hear Jo yelling at people.

Jo, Blight, and the kids from 7 stumble in through the revolving door. "The next person who touches me is going to get an axe lodged in their chest!"

Yup, Jo's here.

Jo notices that the rest of District 2 and I are camped out in the lobby, doing our steak out. "What are you all looking at!"

I walk over to meet her. "Nice to see you too, Jo."

She looks behind me to the rest of the District 2 mentors and tributes. "Do you vultures have to be down here every time? Like look at them, they're looking at mine like a snack!" Jo motions to Cato and Clove, who are giving death glares to the kids from 7. She looks over my shoulder to point at them. "Hey, you two, sickos over there! Stop looking at my kids like they're lunch meat!"

Both Cato and Clove look more scared than I think I've ever seen them in their lives.

Blight takes the kids from 7 upstairs while Jo remains down to talk for a bit longer.

Brutus and Augustus come up to join us. "How are your kids looking this year?" asks Brutus.

"Not that it's any of your business, but they're probably both going to die," replies Jo.

Brutus looks stunned at her bluntness.

But Jo isn't done. "And your two little hyenas over there are probably the ones who are going to do it, so I don't understand why you're talking to me."

"Don't sell yourselves short, your boy might be... well short, but that doesn't mean he doesn't have potential," reasons Brutus.

Jo inches closer to Brutus, going almost toe to toe with him. He's still quite a bit bigger than she is, but that doesn't mean she isn't scary. "Look buddy, you and I both know that those two kids have no chance against your brutes over there." Her voice gets a little more cryptic. "We both know whose going to win this year, and it's not either of my two kids."

Jo looks at me. "You know, he kind of looks like you."

Jo takes off without another word.

She was clearly talking about Cato. She knows he's my brother, but being from an outer District, she had no idea how badly Cato and other kids from 2 want to go into the games. The only thing I could do was take him out of the academy as his legal guardian, but the academy would stop me and take him away from me, and if they didn't he would volunteer anyway, but then he'd be in even more danger because he wasn't trained long enough. It's a lose lose.

I can never tell her that I was technically one of the votes to send him into the games. She would never be able to understand my reasoning behind it.

With Jo's exit, the arrivals for the day were over. Everyone briefly chatted about the tributes that we saw and what we thought of them. There seemed to be a group consensus about who appeared to be valuable and who didn't. From earlier in the day, District 1 seemed to be reliable, and surprisingly District 5's kids looked like they would put up a fight. District 9 looked extremely young, 4's girl was trained at an academy, but the boy was young and small, and 7 looked like a mid to low level threat.

Once we arrived back at the apartments, we all split off for some free time, and plan to reconvene to watch all the Reapings in a few minutes.

Cato and I break off from the group and walk towards. "First of all, you and your boyfriend are weird as shit."

I laugh. "Thank you for the vote of confidence," I say sarcastically.

"Well, I mean, you're pretty weird, so I guess it makes sense that he is too. It's just... I don't know. You always see him on TV, and I know he's your boyfriend it's just, it never really clicked that the guy from TV is your boyfriend."

"A little star-struck?"

"No, it's not that, it's just... You see him on TV, and he's so cocky, and he presents himself like this flirty career. But really, for him, it's all just an act," Cato shakes his head, he's not the one to get really deep about things, so he changes the subject. "But anyways, I don't know how the whole world hasn't figured you two out yet because that was the most obvious thing I've ever seen."

I scoff in offence. "Well, Augustus hasn't figured anything out, and he's been with us the whole time."

Cato laughs. "In case you haven't noticed, Augustus isn't the sharpest tool in the shed."

Cato takes a moment, and looks like he's about to say something, but doesn't. "I'm gonna go change and then we'll go watch the Reapings."

A short while later, all of us had gathered in the living room and were huddled around the television. We watched the Reapings, combing them over with a fine-tooth comb. All of the mentors, including myself, were writing vigorously, taking down every detail and piece of dirt we could get on all the tributes.

The stage is beginning to set, the shape of the games slowly starting to form. It wasn't until we hit District 11, that things began to shake up. While the District 11 girl looked to be 12, the District 11 boy, Thresh, was big. He was strong, muscular, and well over six feet tall, probably even more towering than Cato. He is a threat and a big one.

"You're either going to have to recruit him or kill him in the bloodbath. You have to make sure he's been taken out before the pack splits up or else he's got a chance of breaking away with the whole thing," says Brutus factually.

Already put out a bit, we watch the last district, District 12. Finally, somewhere that we can count on being bad, right?

Unusually, there was a volunteer from 12. A girl named Katniss who volunteered for her younger sister. A move that I could respect. Under normal circumstances, she would be the one I would root for, but since my brother is here, I can't afford to let myself sympathize with her sacrifice.

While she looks much more durable than any female from 12 that we've seen in years, that doesn't necessarily mean she'll be a threat. "We should keep an eye on her," I tell everyone. They all nod. "At the very least, she's going to be stealing some media coverage from us because she volunteered for her sister, so we'll need to stay on top of that."

We see the District 12 male, Peeta, and he also looks more robust than the usual tributes from 12. Again, someone who looked strong, but that didn't mean anything unless he knew how to use it.

With Finnick's boy not being that strong this year due to his age, and there being some contenders in the outer districts, the career pack doesn't feel like it packs as much punch this year. Maybe that, or I'm so worried about my brother, it's clouded my judgement.

"We're going to need an extra body on our side. Try recruiting Thresh and see if that works out because we're already down in strength because of 4's boy," says Enobaria, not looking up from her writing.

Enobaria, Clove, and Augustus go to their rooms to turn in for the night. Cato, Brutus, and I all stay up to talk for a bit. It all feels very comfortable; the three of us have been like our own little unit for the past couple of years, especially the last few months where I was home the whole time.

I hear a knock on the door. I wonder who that could be?

I go to open our front door, and I'm surprised to see who walks in the door. And I really do mean walks in because he walks right past me and into the foyer.

"Finnick what are you--"

"I told you I would see you later."

"But what are you doing here?" I ask. He would never come to the District 2 floor, he hated it down here and would always make me meet him on the roof or on his floor.

"Well, we've got to talk strategy, right?" says Finnick.

I blink my eyes, he hasn't been this involved in a Games since Annie went in. "Right, of course."

Finnick sees Brutus and Cato in the back, sitting on the couches, and says to them, "Geeze, she's a bit slow isn't she. You know I can't remember, did she hit her head really bad in her games or something?"

I roll my eyes, but Brutus and Cato are laughing at me in the background. Finnick walks over to the couch and makes himself comfortable, leaving me to trail behind him.

Finnick, quite unusually, gets right down to business. "I'm sure you all saw the Reapings by now. What did you all think of the little show in 12?"

I sit on the same couch as Finnick, but on the opposite side.

Brutus considers his answer for a moment. "It makes for a good show. It'll be tough to compete with her until after the Chariots though. She'll build up some buzz because there's no events to replace her news story over the next few days."

Finnick nods. "You're going to have to make sure you can overthrow her as the top news story during the Chariots. Tavia and I can finally start speaking to the press after then and really get the ball rolling. What do you think, kid?"

Cato looks surprised that Finnick was asking him, tributes weren't usually privy to these kinds of meetings, let alone participating in them. "You'd do that?"

Finnick would do that. "Well, I can't explicitly say things, even now, but if I were to say that I thought that there was someone outside of my district who was in a good spot to win, that wouldn't be out of the ordinary."

Brutus looks between us all for a moment and realizes he should take his leave. He wishes us all a good night and stalks off to his room.

It's now just me, my boyfriend, and my brother. Two of the people I care about the most, finally sitting in the same room as each other, feels like two worlds colliding in the best of ways. But the silence is awkward for a moment, as Cato and Finnick are finally free to size each other up freely.

The expression on Cato's face is hard to read. "You're the guy whose dating my sister?"

Finnick cock's his head. "And you're my girl's kid brother."

They glare at each other for a moment before breaking out into smiles and shaking each other's hands. I swear, sometimes I don't understand boys at all.

Cato grins. "Dude, I am a huge fan of how you make fun of my sister." Cato grows more sarcastic. "You know I always did wonder if she hit her head in her games--"

"Right? Is it true that you replaced all of her cutlery with vegetables?"

Cato nods proudly at his prank. But damn, I still can't find those spoons.

Finnick turns towards Cato enthusiastically. "Okay, and she totally does this thing with her eyebrows when she's angry --"

"And they look like they're upside down," they both practically yell at the same time before bursting out in laughter.

"Okay, okay, enough, you two," I say, furrowing my eyebrows.

They both stop laughing for a moment but then turn to see something on my face and start laughing again.

Cato points at me, trying to get words out in between laughs. "You're... doing it.... right now!"

Both boys topple over on the couch in laughter. And here I was worrying if they were going to get along.

I wait for them to stop laughing, and I give them a few moments to bond by exchanging embarrassing stories of me.

"... and then she just said to the bartender, no thanks, and walked out," Finnick laughed.

Cato wipes the tears from his eyes. "Oh, man, that was a good story." He takes a moment to calm down from all the excitement. "I'm gonna head off to bed. See you both tomorrow."

We both say goodnight to my brother, and we're soon left alone.

Finnick smirks. "Wasn't too off about the fan club now was I?" he says smugly, referring to Augustus' remarks from earlier.

I roll my eyes. "Of course, that's what you bring up first."

Finnick's POV

Our train was slow getting to the Capitol, as usual. You'd think with the speed that they like to whisk me off to the Capitol during the year, they'd have figured out a faster way to get there.

It was pretty late by the time we stepped off the train and into the station. But many of my adoring, and by adoring, I mean crazy, fans were at the station. It was the fullest I'd ever seen it. We tried to make our way over to our car, but we were swarmed by fans. I swear I felt someone hit me in the head with their wig. 

One of the reporters shoved their microphone into my face. "Finnick Odair, Finnick Odair," they called. "Can you comment on the rumours surrounding your outing to the bar a few months ago."

I know that he's clearly referencing the whole Seneca Crane thing with Octavia. He wants me to mess up and say something stupid because everyone here assumes I'm just a pretty face. Was I happy about the picture where Seneca was clearly trying to get somewhere with my girlfriend? Absolutely not? But could I do anything? Also no. While I held power through my status and the secrets I've collected over the years, it paled in comparison to the type of power Seneca had. But that doesn't mean I can't bring him down a peg from time to time. I just had to be smart about it.

I give the man a big fake smile. "Rumors are just rumours. We all know I like to have fun, so why dwell on the past?" I make sure to draw the attention off of Octavia and Seneca and onto what I was "rumoured" to be doing that night. It could be dangerous for Cato if all of a sudden, there were headlines about his sister and the Head Gamemaker; it would unnecessarily draw heat from the other mentors and tributes.

The reporter tried to ask me another question, but I move away from him. What a jerk. I really dislike reporters, specifically ones who ask questions like this when it would be about my tributes. I have no idea how she does it, but Octavia actually seems to like the reporters.

After about 15 minutes of slowly being ushered through the crowd by peacekeepers, another train pulls into the station. I hear a shriek and instantly know it's Johanna. I don't get a chance to say hello to her though, because I'm ushered into a car.

I tend to take up more than a seat, but that doesn't stop Annie's new friend Brook, who won the 72nd Games, from squishing me up against the car door. 

I didn't like Brook that much if I'm honest. She was a bad influence on Annie, and that's saying the least. Plus, she always looks at me weird? I don't know how to explain it, but sometimes she'll just stare at me... not really sure what to think of that, but oh well. It also didn't help that Brook didn't like Octavia, and well, an enemy of Octavia was an enemy of mine as well. Brook has put a considerable strain on Annie and I's friendship.

I try to distract myself by making small talk with the tributes. While the girl seemed like a younger version of Brook, I felt terrible for the boy.

When my small talk fails, I start to think about what will happen once we arrive at the tower. I hope that Octavia's there doing her usual 'stakeout' or whatever they called it because no matter which way you slice it, it's uncomfortable. Getting kids to stare down the competition they're going to be killing when they first arrive seems like a bit much. Johanna hates it so much that she went off on a rant about how Octavia was participating in it, but she was better than that. But I can't complain too much because I always know that I'll see Octavia. Hopefully, they've decided to wait up for us though, because District 2 liked to have an early bedtime.

Eventually, we arrive at the tribute tower, flashes and shouts fill the covered area. Nothing unusual, I smile to myself. What makes it all better is the fact that I know Johanna is going to be coming through here in a few minutes and be pissed off by the crowds.

Once again, the peacekeepers take a few moments to clear a path for us. Even once we make it to the revolving door of the centre, I stumble through and trip over the door frame.

Nice one, Finnick, I think to myself.

I look up to see just about the cutest smug face I've ever seen in my life. It was Octavia. Even though it had only been a couple of months, I'd missed her a lot. And I swear she gets hotter every time I see her.

But of course, I don't want it to all go to her head, and I need to keep the attention off the pairing of us because there are a lot of people in this lobby. I outstretch my arms and call over to the gaggle of careers. ""Looks like 2's at it again, staying up to wait for me to grace them with my presence." I turn to my team and try to say something funny, so the younger boy won't be scared shitless by 2's intimidating presence. I turn to him but make sure that the other side of the room can hear what I say as well. "Just between us, I'm pretty sure they've got their own shrine of me in their centre or something."

For the first time since getting on the train, the little boy smiles a bit.

Octavia calls over to me, asking me to come and socialize. I oblige and tell everyone else to meet me up on our floor.

I walk over to Octavia and stop once I'm standing over her. I figure I might as well have a little fun with things, right? She's not the only one who can look smug and dangerous, in-fact I practically invented it.

She looks up to me, smirking.

God, I want to kiss her so bad.

"I thought I smelt stale seawater."

"And I thought I spotted a bunch of arrogant, over-confident egos," I shoot back.

Without missing a beat, she says, "No, sorry, that was a mirror you were looking in."

I can't help but grin. She's gotten good at witty banter. For a moment, all I want to do is hug her and spin her around, but then I remember where we are. We hold each other's gaze for a moment before the District 2 groupies decide to join us.

What buzzkills.

I reach out to shake Brutus' hand. "How are you doing, man?" Ordinarily, I'm not a fan of Brutus. I know the guy pretty well over the years, but something just rubs me the wrong way. Don't get me wrong, he's always treated me with respect, he tends to be pretty respectful to all the mentors actually, but the way he trains Cato doesn't sit right. I know Octavia claims to see it but judging by the stories she's told me Brutus' cockiness has rubbed off on Cato big time. And don't forget about the whole Percy fiasco, I honestly don't know how Brutus managed to get himself forgiven after that. But this year I have to work with him, and there's no way around it. Besides, if we're on the same side, I might actually like him better.

"Pretty good," he answers. "How're your tributes looking this year?"

I fidget a little bit, trying to put my key card into my wallet. Usually, I wouldn't like getting straight into game talk. But this year I know I need to establish some trust when it comes to the games, so I decide to make my tone sound as casual as possible while making sure to give them all my attention. "Our boy is pretty young; no one volunteered for him either so that was a bit unusual. Our girl is decent though. Not to the level of some of our other recent tributes, but she'll be able to help out at the bloodbath and do some damage at least." Perks of being sold by President Snow include learning how to lie and act really well. They're about the only perks though.

Even after divulging everything, basically handing District 2 my cards on a silver platter, Enobaria is still glaring at me. Not that I blame her, I'm honestly not sure why Octavia likes her, there must be a shortage of people to be friends within 2. Enobaria, or Sharky as Johanna likes to call her, won a few years before me. She got her teeth sharpened and everything, super strange. Even stranger is the fact that she has kids now. If her husband ends up dead, I think it's pretty safe to say who did it.

But somehow she's managed to pull Octavia back into the career life that she was so desperate to leave when I first met her. How Sharky convinced my girlfriend to do all that, I'll never know. Most people would blame Brutus, he's the obvious choice, but I blame Enobaria. She tries to present herself as this less idealistically extreme career, but really she's the worst of them. Just look at her teeth, it tells you all you need to know about where she stands. And I don't buy for one second that kind of thing changes just because you have kids.

Brutus is the first to respond, trying his best for Octavia to extend the olive branch to me. "We're glad you're working with us this year."

I give a small smile, trying to not let Sharky's glaring get the better of me. "Happy to help."

"Mr. Odair, I am such a big fan of you, I used to have your poster on my wall," the kid who won last year gushes.

I hear Octavia and the other mentors snicker at Agustus.

What can I say? I just have this kind of effect on people.

I place an arm on Augustus' shoulder like I do with all of my younger fans. "Well then, it looks like you have good taste." Before I can make fun of this kid any longer, I take a look at my watch and see that I should head up to watch the Reaping. "Looks like I better get up there before they start the watching the Reaping."

I pretend that I forgot to say something and casually turn around "Oh, and Octavia, would you mind meeting me later to discuss a deal?"

"I'm sure I could clear some time," says Octavia with a flat face, but gleaming eyes.

I walk towards the elevator and wave goodbye to the mentors and then the tributes who wave back at me. This was the first real up-close look I'd gotten at Cato. He was big, almost the same size as me. You could tell that he was an academy kid through and through. At first, I couldn't understand why they'd send a 16-year-old, but now I got it. He looked lethal. I catch a glimpse of the bracelet I had made for him as a token on his wrist. A sort of sign that he's accepted me. "Nice bracelet, kid."

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I wake up 4 the next morning, making sure to not disturb Octavia as I left her room. I didn't want anyone from my floor or worse the floor from 2, to notice that I had stayed the night. I slowly close Octavia's door and walk as lightly as I can towards the front door.

God, this is harder than I thought it was. Usually, Octavia was the one sneaking out of my room and not vice-versa, because I didn't like going to the District 2 floor. As Mags would say, it's bad for your soul.

I'm making it down the hallway without a hitch and make my way onto the family room and into the kitchen. But once I make it there, I notice something is off. There's a steaming cup of coffee sitting out on the counter. Who the hell wakes up at 4 in the morning?

A figure stands up, holding something boxed from the cupboard and then I see who the cup belongs to... it's Cato. Of course it was him. Octavia wasn't kidding when she said Cato took his training very seriously.

We make awkward eye contact. I purse my lips and try to look anywhere but at him.

Cato looks at me confused for a moment, he can't seem to figure out why I'm still here, and then it looks as if a light goes off in his head; he's figured it out. Cato looks disgusted.

I go to try and explain myself, but Cato holds out a hand to stop me.

"Nope, we're not going to talk about this," says Cato uncomfortably.

That is something I can get on board with. I nod. "Let's never mention this again."

"Believe me, I'm going to try and forget this as soon as I can," says the boy who looks to be mentally scarred for life.

We both look around for a moment, refusing to make eye contact, and we nod our heads.

After many moments of severely awkward silence, I speak up. "I'm gonna head out now," I say, awkwardly motioning to the door.

Cato nods. "Yup."

I wrote this all in 24 hours! Damn! I have a big research project due in my third-year university History class, so I procrastinated by doing this instead. Let me know how you liked this chapter and if you liked Finnick's POV. I really tried to make his tone when narrating different than Octavia's, so let me know if that came across. I'm going to be including different POV's soon, including some from Miss Everdeen herself to pay homage to the books, and to show how Octavia would've fit into the books as a character through Katniss' eyes.

The next update probably won't be for another week because I have a lot of stuff due the beginning of next week, but after that, I only have my exams left to my time really frees up.

Bonus: Our Love Could Be Lethal Characters as Vines/Memes

Finnick about Enobaria in this chapter

Finnick, hanging off of a bed upside down: Let's tell secrets...I'll go first. I, hate you.