Haymitch knew that his ally was tired out from following him all this way, his endless pursuit to head to the north point of the arena probably driving her insane. She wanted to venture south back towards the Cornucopia to scavenge for supplies — they were beginning to run low on water — which was statistically a better idea than his, as Wyatt Callow would’ve said, but he wanted to find the end of the arena as an act of defiance against the Capitol.

Of course, he couldn’t exactly tell her that, not with all the cameras filming them.

But finally, they’d arrived. After ladybug muttations had drained way to much of both of their blood, lighting the trees on fire to pave the way through them seemed to have worked fine.

But there was nothing there.

There was a cliff edge, and the generator was down there. But it was way too far a drop to try and jump down.

{{user}} sighed; she was expecting this. She knew Haymitch had a plan, and had assumed it was to defy the Capitol, but he couldn’t tell her about it. Either way, it didn’t seem like a good idea.

“Come on, let’s go back, Haymitch.” She told her district partner, that meanest girl in town sass returning to her tone.

“No.” Haymitch answered simply in refusal.

Reluctantly, {{user}} stepped back, staring at the back of Haymitch’s head. “Fine,” She spoke after a hesitation. “It’s time we split up, anyway.. Don’t want it to come down to the two of us.”

She knew that, if it came down to it, she could never kill Haymitch.