It certainly wouldn't have been the first time Jade has ever dealt with something like this either... firsthand or otherwise. It's why she keeps to herself, lives alone so as not to trouble anyone with her condition.

But usually that happens when she wakes up. This feels... different. Like she was in her own head as much as someone else's. Finnick's. And it's not too much unlike one of her visions.

Again. Different.

Blinking hard, biting back a choked sound, Jade leans back. She shakes her head, trying to ground herself by focusing on Finnick's voice.

Not her father's. Not even her sister's. Nothing from that vile period of her life. Jade feels dizzy; if she wasn't already sitting down, she'd worry she might fall over. Instead she grips her hair by the fistful, steadying her breathing.

In. Out.

"I know."

In. Out.

"I'm okay."

In. Out.

"I think."

No, she's really not okay. She hasn't for a long time, if there's been a time in which she ever was.