I thought he wanted it, anyway, I say. Not like this, Haymitch says. He wanted it to be real.

He wants as many victors as possible for the cameras to follow in the Capitol. Thinks it makes for better television.Are you and Beetee going? I ask.As many young and attractive victors as possible, Haymitch corrects himself. So, no. We'll be here.

Finally, the intercom crackles and Hatmitch's acerbic laugh fills the studio. He contains himself just long enough to say, 'And that, my friends, is how a revolution dies.

He hates me more, says Peeta. I don't think people in general are his sort of thing.

Shame isn't a strong enough word for what I feel. You could live a hundred lifetimes and not deserve him, you know, Haymitch says.

People of Panem, we fight, we dare, we end our hunger for justice!— There—s dead silence on the set. It goes on. And on. Finally, the intercom crackles and Haymitch—s acerbic laugh fills the studio. He contains himself just long enough to say, —And that, my friends, is how a revolution dies.