Only 47 others this time. What difference does it make?
I'm still gonna be the one to make it out.

Maysilee was probably his only friend. Screw the other tributes.

He needed her. She saved him; he could depend on her.

So the most idiotic decision he ever made in his life was turning his back on her. Damn pink birds. They can all go to hell. Right after the Gamemakers.

But he can't, he can't cry. Not when he'd already composed his image. His tough image, the carefree Haymitch that didn't care that there were 47 instead of 23, 24 more to kill.

Distracting himself with the force field was entertaining, but he had to keep moving. He had to get away from everything.

But he couldn't.

Because this was the damn Quarter Quell.

He has to win. Not just for Maysilee, but so he can come home, honor her death respectfully {because being dragged away by a helicopter is disgracing}.

He just has to prove himself. Otherwise, his brother, his mother, his girlfriend; what will they do?

Nothing. Because they can't.

But he also needs to come back because District 12 actually needs some honor. So they're not the scoff-worthy district for once.

His mentor was the only one to make it back. But he's way too drunk, seeing so many go by, to even give a shred of advice to the four helpless teens.

But maybe he has a point. Drinking.

It might wash everything away.