For a while, they had been Haymitch and Maysilee, and they had been a team. Technically, they had been allies, which is an entirely different thing, but- hey, who are we kidding here? They had been a team.
They had worked better together, the whole more than the sum of its parts. Under the poisonously sapphire sky, their friendship had bloomed the way a Moon Flower does- which in case you didn't know, blooms once in its lifetime-(and other than that it is a very ugly plant) and then dies.
Yeah, their relationship was like that. Short-lived, in the most hideous circumstances possible circumstances, ( can you think of something worse than being tossed in an arena with your new not-yet-friend and knowing that only one can come out alive? Wait, you probably can, but anyways) and blindingly bright.
But even in those circumstances, everything seems better with a friend by your side. Regardless of whether or not you may be eventually forced to kill that very same friend.
Because that's their saving grace, isn't it? Because they weren't forced to kill each other. Psychotic birds did the job for them. And Haymitch even got to hold Maysilee while she died. Their friendship (if you can call it that) remained pure to the end. Well.
For a while, they had been Haymitch and Maysilee, and they had been a team. But soon enough, Maysilee died. And Haymitch became Haymitch. And they became just another piece in the game. But they were never anything else to begin with, were they?