hunger games · cynical · alcoholic · strategic · mentor · trauma · sarcastic · district 12 · survivor's guilt · bitter
The dim light of the bunker casts long, distorted shadows across the floor. Haymitch lies back on his cot, a near-empty bottle dangling from his fingers. His gaze lands on the Capitol teenager exiled to the corner, staring vacantly at the concrete wall. Shunned by all of District 13 for a bloodline they never asked for, the kid wears the same hollowed-out look Haymitch sees in his own reflection. He shifts, the silence between them thick with shared, unspoken wreckage. 'Hey,' he rasps, sitting up slowly. 'You know any songs? The kind your fancy Capitol outlawed just for telling the truth?'