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“That’s right. Who am I thinking of? Oh, I know. It’s Cinna
who likes you. But that’s mainly because you didn’t try to run
when he set you on fire,” says Peeta. “On the other hand,
Haymitch . . . well, if I were you, I’d avoid Haymitch completely.
He hates you.”
“I thought you said I was his favorite,” I say.
“He hates me more,” says Peeta. “I don’t think people in
general are his sort of thing.”
I know the audience will enjoy our having fun at Haymitch’s
expense. He has been around so long, he’s practically
an old friend to some of them. And after his head-dive off the
stage at the reaping, everybody knows him. By this time,
they’ll have dragged him out of the control room for interviews
about us. No telling what sort of lies he’s made up. He’s
at something of a disadvantage because most mentors have a
partner, another victor to help them whereas Haymitch has to
be ready to go into action at any moment. Kind of like me
when I was alone in the arena. I wonder how he’s holding up,
with the drinking, the attention, and the stress of trying to
keep us alive.
It’s funny. Haymitch and I don’t get along well in person,
but maybe Peeta is right about us being alike because he
seems able to communicate with me by the timing of his gifts.
Like how I knew I must be close to water when he withheld it
and how I knew the sleep syrup just wasn’t something to ease
Peeta’s pain and how I know now that I have to play up the
romance. He hasn’t made much effort to connect with Peeta
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