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There
's
someone
out
there
who
wants
to
buy
me
water
only
Haymitch
is
refusing
to
let
it
go
through
.
As
my
mentor
,
he
gets
to
control
the
flow
of
gifts
from
the
sponsors
.
I
know
he
hates
me
.
He
's
made
that
clear
enough
.
But
enough
to
let
me
die
?
From
this
?
He
ca
n't
do
that
,
can
he
?
If
a
mentor
mistreats
his
tributes
,
he
'll
be
held
accountable
by
the
viewers
,
by
the
people
back
in
District
12
.
Even
Haymitch
would
n't
risk
that
,
would
he
?
Say
what
you
will
about
my
fellow
traders
in
the
Hob
,
but
I
do
n't
think
they
'd
welcome
him
back
there
if
he
let
me
die
this
way
.
And
then
where
would
he
get
his
liquor
?
So
.
what
?
Is
he
trying
to
make
me
suffer
for
defying
him
?
Is
he
directing
all
the
sponsors
toward
Peeta
?
Is
he
just
too
drunk
to
even
notice
what
's
going
on
at
the
moment
?
Somehow
I
do
n't
believe
that
and
I
do
n't
believe
he
's
trying
to
kill
me
off
by
neglect
,
either
.
He
has
,
in
fact
,
in
his
own
unpleasant
way
,
genuinely
been
trying
to
prepare
me
for
this
.
Then
what
is
going
on
?
I
bury
my
face
in
my
hands
.
There
's
no
danger
of
tears
now
,
I
could
n't
produce
one
to
save
my
life
.
What
is
Haymitch
doing
?
Despite
my
anger
,
hatred
,
and
suspicions
,
a
small
voice
in
the
back
of
my
head
whispers
an
answer
.
Maybe
he
's
sending
you
a
message
,
it
says
.
A
message
.
Saying
what
?
Then
I
know
.
There
's
only
one
good
reason
Haymitch
could
be
withholding
water
from
me
.
Because
he
knows
I
've
almost
found
it
.
I
grit
my
teeth
and
pull
myself
to
my
feet
.
My
backpack
seems
to
have
tripled
in
weight
.
I
find
a
broken
branch
that
will
do
for
a
walking
stick
and
I
start
off
.
The
sun
's
beating
down
,
even
more
searing
than
the
first
two
days
.
I
feel
like
an
old
piece
of
leather
,
drying
and
cracking
in
the
heat
.
every
step
is
an
effort
,
but
I
refuse
to
stop
.
I
refuse
to
sit
down
.
If
I
sit
,
there
's
a
good
chance
I
wo
n't
be
able
to
get
up
again
,
that
I
wo
n't
even
remember
my
task
.
What
easy
prey
I
am
!
Any
tribute
,
even
tiny
Rue
,
could
take
me
right
now
,
merely
shove
me
over
and
kill
me
with
my
own
knife
,
and
I
'd
have
little
strength
to
resist
.
But
if
anyone
is
in
my
part
of
the
woods
,
they
ignore
me
.
The
truth
is
,
I
feel
a
million
miles
from
another
living
soul
.
Not
alone
though
.
No
,
they
've
surely
got
a
camera
tracking
me
now
.
I
think
back
to
the
years
of
watching
tributes
starve
,
freeze
,
bleed
,
and
dehydrate
to
death
.
Unless
there
's
a
really
good
fight
going
on
somewhere
,
I
'm
being
featured
.
My
thoughts
turn
to
Prim
.
It
's
likely
she
wo
n't
be
watching
me
live
,
but
they
'll
show
updates
at
the
school
during
lunch
.
For
her
sake
,
I
try
to
look
as
least
desperate
as
I
can
.
But
by
afternoon
,
I
know
the
end
is
coming
.
My
legs
are
shaking
and
my
heart
too
quick
.
I
keep
forgetting
,
exactly
what
I
'm
doing
.
I
've
stumbled
repeatedly
and
managed
to
regain
my
feet
,
but
when
the
stick
slides
out
from
under
me
,
I
finally
tumble
to
the
ground
unable
to
get
up
.
I
let
my
eyes
close
.
I
have
misjudged
Haymitch
.
He
has
no
intention
of
helping
me
at
all
.
