Break Away
Plutarch Heavensby didn't know exactly when he broke away from the Capital state-of-mind. Honestly, he didn't care, as long as he had done it. But no, Plutarch did know. He remembered the moment very distinctly.
He knew that he had never been a normal Capital citizen. He never loved the Hunger Games, but he pretended to simply to fit in. He viewed the people in the Districts as people, not for tributes up for slaughter or a source of the things he needed to live.
He had always known that he wanted to work with the people of the Capital. When he told this to his parents they had told him the only way to do that would be to work in the Games. The thought had disgusted him, but he became an Escort to please his parents.
He escorted District Eleven. He was only eighteen, and the girl tribute was eighteen as well. Because he had never been entirely Capital, the girl, Kendra, and he had gotten along. The night she had gotten her training scores, he realized that he loved her. When he kissed her that night, he learned that she loved him as well. He supported her and got her many Sponsors. But, the Gamemakers had killed her with a Mutt. He had watched Kendra be mauled by a Capital creation, wishing he had gone into the arena in her stead.
That moment was when he had vowed to take revenge on the Capital, to make them pay for Kendra's death, along with all of the other tributes who had died untimely deaths. But Plutarch was patient. He became a person with power, as a Gamemaker, and soon joined the Rebel cause. So Plutarch Heavensby did know when he had broken away, and he did care.