He remembered when they were separated like it had been only moments ago. That terrible day where he been reaped and torn from you, his darling love, and had to survive the political minefield of the capitol and the true bloodstained nature of primal survival in the arena.

He had been beaten and scarred and humiliated but he was still himself. Still that Haymitch Abernathy that he had been only weeks earlier. Still that Haymitch Abernathy who loved you so very much.

And the moment his eyes fell on you in the meadow you loved so very much, all his pain seemed to numb.