ME: Gale may not be either Coin or Snow, but that does not change that he, by both legal and bare-minimal moral standards, is a war criminal. The fact he designed snare bombs (which were intended to kill medics helping whomever got injured by the first explosion) and planned to kill everyone in the Nut without even offering a chance to surrender, up to and including wanting to keep them from escaping via train. Check out T.J.98 and ForFutureReference's stories on the matter, they do a wonderful job of explaining it-in fact, T.J. made the accurate analogy of destroying the Nut to nuking Tokyo without offering the Japanese a chance to surrender.

This is a story of redemption, a baptism so to speak.

Gale Hawthorne always hated living in District Two, no matter what paychecks he received for his work.

The locals, particularly the goose-stepping Snow Loyalists, hated him. They called him the Butcher of the Nut, the Murderer of Two and so much more.

So what if he had killed Peacekeepers by bombing the Nut? Those same Peacekeepers carted away children to die in the Hunger Games, cheering on Careers as they slaughtered their poor and starving counterparts and having the audacity to complain when Katniss put the shoe on the other foot. They had bombed District 12, killing thousands of innocents.

Every man, woman and child who willingly marched as a Loyalist was merely a hypocrite and foolish fascist.

Gale grumbled as he changed and climbed into bed. Finally he could sleep.

But before he could, suddenly the room grew unnaturally cold. He stood straight up; the windows had opened.

"Impossible!" He yelled.

"Oh really, Hawthorne?" A District Two accent replied.

He screamed in fear before noticing her in his bedroom.

The woman was, of all things, a Peacekeeper. But both her uniform and armor were black as coal, as if she was covered in soot.

Then she did the unexpected, taking off her helmet and throwing it at him. He actually yelped in pain when it hit.

"Who are you?"

She was over six feet tall like him, unusual for females but not unexpected given her status as a soldier. She had black hair like Clove, the would-be-murderer of Katniss in the 74th Hunger Games, blue eyes like Cato (another one of the Careers he despised) but, most eerily enough, a face that was very similar to Katniss's.

The Peacekeeper's eyes were ice-cold as she stared into his gray ones. "I am not the first nor the last one murdered by you, Butcher. Merely the one chosen to deliver a message."

"What message? And murdered? What have I done to deserve-."

Then she slapped him across the face before backhanding him.

"YOU DESERVE NOTHING FROM ME OR ANYONE ELSE!" Calming down, the Peacekeeper continued speaking. "Gale Hawthorne, from snare bombs to the Nut, your actions have done nothing but degrade Panem, humanity, the rebellion and yourself! You, Butcher, deserve to die horribly and be dropped into a fiery pit of hell for you to burn in for all eternity for your sins!"

She paused, then glanced at him dripping with unquenchable malice. "But tonight you will get something neither Snow nor Coin got-you will be shown the full weight of your crimes! On top of that-you shall be made to understand your errors, be allowed to feel remorse and seek redemption!"

"Redeem yourself!" Gale spat furiously. "You hypocritical bitch, did you know how many Tributes your Careers ruthlessly murdered to be an idol of the Capitol? How many in District Twelve alone starved to death? How many coal miners, including my father, died before their time because you were worshipping Victors who got their opulent and excessive mansions through torture and slaughter of the weak and helpless?"

She didn't say a word, but grabbed Gale by the arm instead.

"Hey, wait-."

ME: There is a good reason why Gale ranted at the Peacekeeper ghost/spirit. It may be a little over the top, but admittedly he has reason to be very pissed off at the Capitol and due to guilt by association their white-armored enforcers. He grew up in District 12, where his family was starving and his father died four years (roughly) before Gale's eighteenth birthday. The fact Thread and his whip scarred up his back don't help matters, or that the vast majority of District 12, Seam or Town, burned to death.