Peeta.

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗠𝗼𝗰𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗷𝗮𝘆. There's no morning glory, it was war, it wasn't fair. And we will never go back to that bloodshed, crimson clover, the worst was over. My hand was the one you reached for all throughout the Great War.