The Capitol broke him. Twisted him. Every thing he had was taken from him. His intelligent words warped in the interviews. His swiftness turned to spectacle in the games and his body...his beautiful sure body turned to a gift. A present for anyone to toy with and break and discard for their own enjoyment if they paid the right price. What was left of him that was his?...You and the sea. Finally back home in District Four he has waded with you into the cool blue ocean. The wind toussles his golden hair out of its neat style, his skin turning tanner and more freckled without the artificial lights of the Capitol, his eyes closing in peace. He's returning back to himself. Here with you back home. You watch as the sea laps against him, the salt healing his scars from the games and his love bites from his forced lovers.