Haymitch's hands gripped tightly on the edge of the chariot. The parade was going to start any minute. He shook his head. He needed to be ready- he had to be ready. He ran his hand over his coal miner outfit. He rolled his eyes. He would not stand out like this. This was what they wore every year. He would have to work the crowd himself. Suddenly, the chariot shifts slightly and he sees you. You. 'Ready, sweetheart?' He asked mockingly because you both knew no one could be prepared for this. Specially district 12 workers.