I know. I was hoping," I say. "Exactly. Because you're desperate," says Haymitch. I don't argue because, of course, he's right.

Behind a rack of framed photos of Snow, we encounter a wounded Peacekeeper propped up against a strip of brick wall. He asks us for help. Gale knees him in the side of the head and takes his gun.

Why? Do you find this" - he strikes a ridiculously provocative pose - "distracting?

Stay with me. Always.

I can’t fight the sun. I can only watch helplessly as it drags me into a day that I’ve been dreading for months. Katniss Everdeen

We follow instructions to my destination, a chamber for my preparation.

It'd be better if he were easier to hate.