Summary: Not killing her is probably the nicest thing her would've done. (Haymitch/Maysilee.)


She stares at him intensly, her Seam grey eyes fearful under her fierce demeanor.

"The tributes are dying, and there are only so many of us left now. The odds are not in our favor."

He looks her in the eyes, glaring, and clutches his weapon tightly in his hand.

He makes a low growling sound,

"I won't kill you. Not ever."

And walks quickly away from their camp, and into the meadow.