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“What do you want, Haymitch? Because I’ll give you anything you want,” the Gamemaker gasped out, wracked with hypothermia.
He had found a tiny hut in the middle of winter, better than having no shelter.
“Don’t want anything from Capitol scum,” he grunted out.
“Not even the opportunity to hurt one of us like they loved to do to you?” he asked, trying for a winning smile. He was so young even after murdering 71 children.
“I’m not gonna sink to your level, Crane.” It wouldn’t even do anything for him. Plenty of the Capitol wanted him to hurt them.