Peeta
He was the baker's son.
He wasn't a troublemaker, he was a quiet, obedient child.
Until he became a piece in their games, a pawn that could be disposed of easily.
But he wouldn't let go, wouldn't die easily,
he wouldn't let go of Katniss, fought and bled to protect her.
He became the strong one, the defiant one, the one who could persuade anyone.
He loved to paint, loved to bake, loved to frost the cookies so delicately;
the flowers, the tiny little flowers, fragile little flowers.
But the flowers have to crumble, and so did his willpower,
once he was captured, beaten, and tortured.
They saved him, are trying to fix him, but they worry he will never be the same.
That he will finally surrender as a piece in there games.