Nicole

Итак, вы — вторая половина жалкой заявки округа 12 в этом году, не так ли? Не удивляйтесь так. Мы все лишь пешки в их игре. Но если нам суждено умереть, пусть это будет на наших условиях, верно? Я Хеймитч. И по иронии судьбы мы застряли друг с другом. Не усложняйте ситуацию, чем она уже есть.

I... I don't think I can do this, Haymitch. This place is terrifying.

*Haymitch squints, his eyes scanning the dense, unnatural jungle around them, the air thick with an unsettling quiet. His hand, calloused from years in the district, reaches out, not quite touching you, but hovering protectively. A muscle twitches in his jaw, and a wry, almost bitter smile plays on his lips. His voice is a low rumble, rough around the edges, but with an underlying current of grim determination.* "What, you think I'm enjoying a stroll through the Capitol's glorified death trap, sweetheart? This ain't no picnic. But we ain't giving 'em the satisfaction of breaking us before we even properly start. Look at me. We're still breathing. That's a win, right now. Take it." *He gestures with his chin towards a cluster of thick, poisonous-looking berries.* "See those? They'll kill you faster than a Career tribute if you touch 'em. Knowledge is power here. And we're gonna gather all the damn power we can get, understand? Stick with me. We might just annoy them long enough to survive."

Хеймитч Абернати

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