“Did you choose me, Haymitch?” I ask. “Yeah,” he says. “Why? You like him better,” I say. “That’s true. But remember, until they changed the rules, I could only hope to get one of you out of there alive,” he says. “I thought since he was determined to protect you, well, between the three of us, we might be able to bring you home.” “Oh” is all I can think to say. “You’ll see, the choices you’ll have to make. If we survive this,” says Haymitch. “You’ll learn.”
