“The point is that two of us are coming home from the Capitol. One mentor and one victor,” says Peeta. “Effie’s sending me recordings of all the living victors. We’re going to watch their Games and learn everything we can about how they fight. We’re going to put on weight and get strong. We’re going to start acting like Careers. And one of us is going to be victor again whether you two like it or not!” He sweeps out of the room, slamming the front door. Haymitch and I wince at the bang. “I don’t like self-righteous people,” I say. “What’s to like?” says Haymitch, who begins sucking the dregs out of the empty bottles. “You and me. That’s who he plans on coming home,” I say. “Well, then the joke’s on him,” says Haymitch.