Theme 1: Love
In the country of Panem, love can be dangerous.
Especially if you are a victor.
Often, if it doesn't get you killed, it drives you insane.
These are the thoughts that pass through the head of Haymitch Abernathy as he stood, arms crossed, staring through the glass at one of the few people he had come to care for in this world.
Though Katniss probably thought differently.
Not that he blamed her. It didn't mean he liked it, but he didn't blame her. He cared for her too, though.
It was funny, actually. Two years ago, he had still been a bitter drunk who hated the world and thought of nobody. He was still a bitter drunk who hated the world, but he certainly had more people to worry about.
Peeta and Katniss, for starters. Those two had certainly come barreling in his life. He had expected them to be just like all the others; a waste of time, just two other people he would fail to save. He figured he would do his best, but in the end, he would come home alone yet again. Then they had won, not once, but twice. Well, sort of. Katniss was rescued, but Peeta was captured by the Capital. In the following weeks, Katniss could barely stand to look at him, much form a conversation.
Now they had him back. And yet they didn't. The Peeta Mellark in front of him was nothing like the Peeta Mellark he had seen in Quell. He wasn't even allowed to see the boy, for fear of being attacked.
Despite this though, he still loved the both of them.
However there was still that nagging thing that picked at his heart.
In the country of Panem, love can be dangerous.
Especially if you are a victor.
Often, if it doesn't get you killed, it drives you insane.