[The tentative sips are a reminder. A reminder that Haymitch, too, had been in the Games. Had known the necessity of water, the scarcity. The value of fresh, sustaining liquid. Not something to be guzzled down like his white liquid.
She takes the flask back and slips it into her bag. There's a little bit of a shrug on her end before she turns her head to follow Haymitch's gaze.
She can't say the same. It's not like with Rue, who has no life back in Panem. Haymitch does. He shouldn't be here.]
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She takes the flask back and slips it into her bag. There's a little bit of a shrug on her end before she turns her head to follow Haymitch's gaze.
She can't say the same. It's not like with Rue, who has no life back in Panem. Haymitch does. He shouldn't be here.]
It's called Luceti.