Haymitch takes the seat across from me. “We’re going to have to work together again. So, go ahead. Just say it.” I think of the snarling, cruel exchange back on the hover-craft. The bitterness that followed. But all I say is “I can’t believe you didn’t rescue Peeta.” “I know,” he replies. There’s a sense of incompleteness. And not because he hasn’t apologized. But because we were a team. We had a deal to keep Peeta safe. A drunken, unrealistic deal made in the dark of night, but a deal just the same. And in my heart of hearts, I know we both failed. “Now you say it,” I tell him. “I can’t
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