I am forever jealous of Tawni O'Dell for that book. How that could be anyone's debut novel, I don't know, but it raised the bar for me and my own work, man. I think that line, in a lot of ways, encapsulates why I love Harley so much, too: that mix of passion and rawness and a kind of violence and vulnerability, how he thinks so little of himself and longs for so much. More than he'll admit ever. I'm drawn to survivors, though my definition gets a little stretched out of shape, I think. But yeah, I'm reaaaaallly looking forward to playing him off Finnick again, and off yours in general. That you're familiar with the text is a bonus. Like I've said before, it makes me feel much more comfortable fully committing to the more unsavory aspects of his personality.