Dedication: To Peeta, the under appreciated bread boy.

Disclaimer: I don't own Hunger Games. Which is too bad because if I did I would have changed the third book..

Rating: T because it just doesn't feel like a K..

Warning: If you have not read Catching Fire, there are spoilers.

Notes: This I wrote on the plane so I'm sorry if it's not the best. I was deadly tired having had less than four hours of sleep. Still, I do try. Sometimes my best work occurs when I am tired.

Please comment, criticize (nicely!) or at least drop a line saying good or bad. But if you do that don't be surprised to get a response from me asking why you thought that. Enjoy!~

What makes me better than him, the baker's boy? He searches for the perfect colors to put in cake icing. I search for food, to feed my family. But if we look in relative terms, it is all the same. Peeta could just as well be the mocking jay, the leader of this rebellion. So how did I end up here? There are countless answers.

I can kill.

I volunteered for tribute.

I took the berries.

I defy the law daily.

I am a good hunter.

I am deceitful.

I am smart.

And, most of all, I could pretend to love someone even when it hurt them deep inside.

But are any of these correct? Do they show you how I am above death while he scrambles to live? Why I am the one who was rescued from torture? No. They don't.

To tell the truth, I am no better. He is, though. I remember he called me pure. How could I possibly be thought of that way? I have killed people! I am deceitful, doubtful and, perhaps worst of all, I think of my own survival (and my immediate family's) more than the country's.

I mean sure I take care of my family. I put my mom back together after Dad died and made sure we all got fed. But so does he. So does the grandma with back pains and the uncle deep in debt. Peeta though, he is different. You can call it whatever you like but Peeta naturally puts people at ease. He is the martyr, the one who is loyal enough to pull you out of a fire when everyone else wouldn't even think of it. It is almost as if he was born without the animal instincts everyone has, that tell you when it's a lost cause and you should run.

It is ironic really, that he should be so much like the grain he bakes daily.

Think of the similarities.

Grain- wheat actually- is strong and made of endurance. How else would they be able to break it down into different parts to make bread? It is steady in its arrival and you know that whatever else may change, your grain will not. It will turn into bread and it will be there in the morning or evening or whenever you may find you need it.

But Peeta is more than a single grain. He is an army of loaves, dressed plainly but with so much promise on the inside. He is the gentle one who always has comforting words accompanied by reassuring glances.

When you get right down to it, Haymitch is right.

Peeta is too good for us all. He is the pure one, who inspires with his solid words and believes there to be goodness in all. Except perhaps President Snow but then he's not really a person. Not really a human.

I may be the leader of this rebellion (or so they say. I have yet to actually do anything.) but Peeta is the heart of it. It is his words, his actions that helped encourage this tidal wave of support. Without him, there would be no girl on fire, no mocking jay and no rebellion.

I would have died long ago, perhaps even before the 74th Games due to starvation.

And so what makes me better than him? Nothing.

The boy with the bread turns out to be better than I ever could.