Haymitch hasn't said a word since the girl made it back from her selfless and stupid move to get the boy medicine to heal his wound. Both of his tributes are alive and have the chance to come out of the Games in one piece and I swear I can see a slight smile start to form to his lips as we watch the two together in the cave.

"There is no way Snow lets them both win," he says, his smile fading.

The room is quiet, everyone already knowing what Haymitch has put into words.

"The people of the Capitol will riot," Finnick responds.

He's not wrong; the two have quickly become the favorites of the Capitol and I can't imagine Snow would want to piss off the only people who actually support the Games. He must have a plan to end this in a way that makes him come out as the loved and cherished president that he thinks he is.

"Hmphh," I realize that I make this sound out loud and the entire room is looking at me.

"Nothing," I say.

"Ah, that'll be nice," says Peeta, bringing my gaze back to the screen. He tightens his arms around Katniss and that ever-growing spout of jealousy emerges. Instead of fighting the jealousy, something that shouldn't even exist because I have never met the girl before, I decide that I just don't like the boy and leave it at that.

'Burying my feelings and ignoring them is what I do best,' I think to myself.

"You and me and Haymitch. Very cozy. Picnics, birthdays, long winter nights around the fire retelling old Hunger Games tales," the boy continues to tell Katniss while we all look at Haymitch.

He rolls his eyes and gets up from the couch and pours himself his first drink in the last 24 hours.

"I told you, he hates me!" Katniss interjects while trying to keep from laughing.

"Only sometimes. When he's sober, I've never heard him say one negative thing about you," says Peeta.

"He's never sober!" Katniss says, not knowing that in this very moment he has managed to hold off drinking up until five minutes ago.

"That's right. Who am I thinking of? Oh, I know. It's Cinna who likes you. But that's mainly because you didn't try to run when he set you on fire," says Peeta. "On the other hand, Haymitch…well, if I were you, I'd avoid Haymitch completely. He hates you."

"I thought you said I was his favorite," says Katniss.

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

The two lovers start questioning how Haymitch won his Games, the boy deciding that he had to have outsmarted his competition. I glance back over to Haymitch and I can see him trying to push out the flashbacks and nightmares of his Games and the aftermath. His hand noticeably shaking around his glass but fighting the urge to bring his poison up to his lips. He's managed to stay sober today, having only recently poured a drink, and I know he is doing so to keep these two alive.

I think about all that this man has been through having been a pawn in Snow's Games a lot longer than me. Sure, I've had it rough, but he is one of the oldest living victors and in turn has had a lot more time to let his demons consume him. I wonder what will be in store for the two love birds if they do make it out of this alive.

"Would you really be able to live next to these two?" I try and make light of the current situation.

"Anything is better than having to live next to you," Blight says, and all eyes are now on him.

Annie starts to laugh, something that does not happen often during appropriate times, and this in turn makes Finnick smile. I punch Blight in the arm, but I can't help joining the rest of the room in their distraction. Haymitch gets that look again and this time his smile is a little more prominent.

"I could," he says as he finally takes another swig of his drink "it would be kinda nice to have someone else in 12 that understands what I went through."

His smile is gone as quickly as it appeared, and I know where his mind wanders off to; he's thinking about the repercussions the two of them will face. That even if they make it out of the Games alive, they may be burdened with deaths, madness, loneliness; things that the people in this room know all too well.

The two of them have no idea what surviving actually means but at least it means they will never have to endure the Hunger Games again.