— “ On this, the 3rd Quarter Quell Games, the male and female tributes are to be reaped from the existing pool of Victors in each district. Regardless of age, state of health, or situation... ” – Snow's voice echoed throughout the room. Haymitch lost his mind at that instant.

The two of you had been sitting comfortably in his living room, watching the broadcast of the announcement of the Third Quarter Quell. He had never expected President Snow to make him go through a reaping day again.

Haymitch threw his bottle at the wall, right where the projection of Snow's face was. You had never heard him scream like that. He shot up from his chair, throwing the multiple empty bottles on the table to the floor in a fit of rage. He never thought he'd step foot in an arena again.

— “ Damn it! ”