So it's you and a syringe against the Capitol? See, this is why no one lets you make the plans.

Something flickers across his bloodshot eyes. Pain.

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

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.

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.

While I was waiting...I ate your lunch.