Acedia
Effie Trinket does not understand Haymitch Abernathy.
She was so excited to meet her childhood hero; the boy she worshipped from afar for so long. To have the opportunity to work with him was a dream come true. Too late she noticed the other escorts sniggering behind their palms – she really should have taken the hint.
Never really one for violence outside of a viewscreen, it is surprisingly quickly that she finds her fingers itching to slap him out of his stupor.
"Are you not even going to speak to our tributes?"
"What's the point?" He takes a swallow of liquor and stares at her with hatred. "You killed them the day you chose them."