They were supposed to die, you know. They were from District 12, which automatically spelt out death. District 12 tributes were usually a couple of the first to go, and then Haymitch would just have to shrug, take another gulp from the bottle, and figure, well, I wasn’t that attached to them anyway.
That’s what always happened.
Always. Until the Seventy-Fourth Games.
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What they were not supposed to do was win. They were not supposed to grow on Haymitch, or make themselves targets of the Capitol, or even survive. But they did.
At first, Haymitch couldn’t decide whether or not he was actually glad. It had been getting easier to dislike the candidates, think, she’s too plain and he’s too weak, and not suffer too much when they’re gone. But this pair had changed him, challenged him, and now he was hopelessly tangled in the whole rebellion right along with them.
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of death and survival
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They were supposed to die, you know. They were from District 12, which automatically spelt out death. District 12 tributes were usually a couple of the first to go, and then Haymitch would just have to shrug, take another gulp from the bottle, and figure, well, I wasn’t that attached to them anyway.
That’s what always happened.
Always. Until the Seventy-Fourth Games.
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What they were not supposed to do was win. They were not supposed to grow on Haymitch, or make themselves targets of the Capitol, or even survive. But they did.
At first, Haymitch couldn’t decide whether or not he was actually glad. It had been getting easier to dislike the candidates, think, she’s too plain and he’s too weak, and not suffer too much when they’re gone. But this pair had changed him, challenged him, and now he was hopelessly tangled in the whole rebellion right along with them.
Meddling kids.