He fucks her on the floor of the hallway. Her hands grip the thick carpet, trying to find something to hold on to - her hair spread over the swirls of color as he drags his lips across her neck. She tugs at the collar of his shirt, pulls him in for another kiss, violent and hungry, losing grip on reality. Her moans echo in the dark, deserted penthouse. By now almost everybody has left and Haymitch knows he has to be gone in a matter of minutes – the force field of the arena will go down in the next half an hour and the plan is to get out in the confusion that will follow. He asked her to come with him, when she stepped out in the corridor to tell him goodbye. Her place is in the Capitol; is what she told him, as he begged and pleaded, desperately, well aware of her faith if she stays. But he fell silent when she flashed him a custom made medallion, delicately ornamented with a mockingbird. Of course she was with them – but he had always pushed that thought aside, picturing her as what she was when they first met, the naïve girl from the Capitol, and therefore, in a much safer position.
When he rearranges his clothes she smiles for him, a smile free of fear and sorrow, without a shadow of what lies ahead. He pulls her in for a last kiss and whispers "Stay alive – for me."