Third drink

[wastheexample]

[Okay, so they want to talk. This is the message that Haymitch is getting from his tributes. So he will talk to them. Not about everything, oh no. There are some things he needs to keep to himself. As much as they hate him for lying to them, for keeping things from them, there are certain things best left unsaid.

Peeta didn't need to know what the Capitol would turn him into, for example. Katniss didn't need to know what her loss was. Neither of those things would help them, and only cause them further angish. And as much as Haymitch hated to admit it, he loved them too much to do that to them if he didn't have to.

So, he decided he would tell them what he could say. What, honestly, he should have told them both a long time ago, anyway. To explain, exactly, why he did what he did. Why he didn't trust the Capitol even a little bit. Why he would go to such upsetting, aggravating lengths to keep them from knowing the full picture of the rebellion.

To keep them from falling into the cage the Capitol had thrown him into]

You two want answers? Fine, we three are going to have a nice, happy sit down in my room and talk about all the horrible things we try to never talk about. It'll be fun. Just like old times.

You can bring something for me to drink and leave your angtsy teenage drama issues at the door, so you can at least try to occupy the same space for a while without me wanting to start playing the world's smallest violin.

You can come or you can not bother. But I'm not going to feel like saying this again, so it's now or never. Your choice.


[[ooc: Spoilers for all the Hunger Games books ever in this entry. ALL OF THEM. Avert thine eyes if thoust wishes to remain spoiler free]]

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[accidentalrebellion]

[When Katniss saw this filter, her first impulse had been exactly what one would have expected. To slam the journal shut and ignore it forever. Because Haymitch Abernathy was someone she was more than done with dealing with. No matter what, he only brought aggravation and frustration. Lies, secrets, games. Her life was her own, and she was going to prove it.

But there was something about those words that resonated with her even long after she'd shut the journal. It's now or never. Your choice. There was a part of her, a deep-buried part, that was willing to give this a shot. To see, even if she might've known better, if he truly had the answers she wanted.

And so that's how she's here where she is now, standing in front of his door, in spite of everything she's sworn to herself. Maybe hating herself a little.]