To know that you will be there when I wake up, instead of my twenty-three ghosts, is the only reason I'm with you. Because we're the same. Murderers; swirling down into that black pit of drugs, alcohol, and other substance abuse. The drugs don't make me forget. It's wrong to forget, so I never will. I would only be more of a monster if I forgot. I didn't cut them. I didn't bring their last breath. But I still killed them. I'm still a murderer. My being alive is the reason I killed them. If I ended my life right now, it wouldn't bring them back. It would only disgrace them. They're gone. Forever. That little fact alone is enough to make me remember the entire course of my Games.
I don't love you, I'm only using you. Because when I'm with a person who suffered the Games, it dulls the pain more than alcohol does. I still see their faces, but I don't feel their pain. Because I know that the time when I'm with a person who suffered their own Games, is time that I remember mine.