“You really loved her, didn’t you, Haymitch?”, Peeta ask one night. “Maysilee.”
“That’s not your business, boy”, Haymitch answers shortly.
London: And thank you for taking care of me all these years.
Moseby: You are welcome. I’m so proud of you for graduating highschool. And so proud of the woman that you’ve become. Keep in touch, okay?
London: Don’t worry. I’ve got you on speed dial. I’ll call you if ever I have a problem.
*London walks away and calls Moseby on her phone*
Moseby: Hello?
London: I have a problem. I’m gonna miss you.
So that’s who Finnick loves.
Not his string of fancy lovers in the Capitol, but a poor, mad girl back home.
