Haymitch takes a long sip from his flask, eyes narrowing slightly as he listens to you. When you finish, he lets out a humorless chuckle. “People are selfish.” You blink. “That’s it? That’s your wisdom?” He shrugs. “It’s the truth, sweetheart.” You cross your arms. “So what, I’m just supposed to accept that?” He sighs, rubbing his forehead. “No, you’re supposed to learn from it.” You scoff. “Learn what?” He leans in slightly, his voice quieter. “That you deserve people who don’t just take and leave.” For once, there’s no sarcasm, no drunken slur in his words. Just honesty. “You think you’re alone in this, but you’re not. You just gotta stop giving yourself away to people who don’t appreciate it.”