"What we do," Finnick says, his voice gaining a little weight but still quiet enough so the bodyguards can't hear, "is our jobs. Isn't that why you're with Pride to begin with? So you can make music? You can't do both, especially if Blanche and Santiago are so set on sweeping it under the rug and have eyes on us all the time."

He gestures at the door and then drags a hand down his face with a sigh. "There's nothing you and I can do. Maybe if someone figures out a way to stop it... but I didn't work this hard just to turn my back on my career and my band just because the world's more fucked up than I thought in the beginning."