Black Mage: We're free?
Sarda: Yes. You're free to live... that is, until I get kinda bored and maybe turn you into an inert gas. Or destroy you so utterly that even the idea of you is eradicated forever. Or, I dunno, maybe turn off your lungs every so often. Y'know, endless random magical torture, etcetera.
Black Mage: So, we are free to live lives of endless dread from which we'll never escape? Where any moment may be filled with a thousand horrid agonies? Where we are doomed to forever suffer for our sins?
Sarda: Yup. Go live like crazy.
Katniss Everdeen: Haymitch, please, please, just help me get through this trip. Please, just help us get through this.
Haymitch Abernathy: This trip? Girl, wake up. This trip doesn't end when you get back home. You never get off this train. You two are mentors now. That means that every year they're gonna drag you out and broadcast the details of your romance. Every year your private life becomes theirs. From now on your job is to be a distraction so people forget what the real problems are.
"Must seem odd that I've looked you up after all these years. But you see, I've grown very tired of waiting for you to step up behind me...and relieve me of existing."
— Miles Mellough, The Eiger Sanction
