"People come and go all the time, but it's probably not the way you want to leave and sometimes the ship puts you right back here." He sucked the last dregs out of his glass and waved a finger for another. "I went home for a few months, came back here, and it was like I'd never left." As soon as the bartender gave him his drink, he raised it sardonically. "So welcome back, Haymitch. Here's to another six months of listening to other people try to get themselves killed."