You sit there, staring at the mess unfolding in front of you. The betrayal, the way people turn so easily, the way nothing really changes. You’re not even angry. Just… tired. Haymitch watches you carefully, taking a slow sip of his drink. "Thought this time’d be different, huh?" His voice is rough but not unkind. You nod, exhaling shakily. “Yeah.” He sighs, shaking his head. "Yeah… me too." Then, after a beat, he slides his flask across the table. "Here. You probably need this more than me."