As was expected of a soldier, Gale was stoic throughout the entire ceremony, even as he thought of the thousands in Twelve alone that he hadn't been able to lead out. Whilst he felt the weight of their deaths, he knew it wasn't his fault, or his failing. It had been the Capitol's and he'd certainly helped make sure they paid for that crime. Still, while he wouldn't be adding his parents' names to the stone, assuming his kid siblings would do it if they so desired, he still took a moment to think of them, especially his mother. She hadn't deserved what she'd gotten.
Suddenly, a bitter voice pulled him out of his memories, and Gale, annoyed and startled, twisted his head to get a look at the perpetrator. But he, just like the rest of the Rebels, weren't surprised once they'd seen who it was. In fact, they continued on with the memorial as if she'd never spoken at all. Gale was going to follow suit, actually empathising with her position and her public hatred of the Capitol, when he saw Peeta making his way over to her. Immediately, Gale sighed, familiar frustrations stirring. The blonde was the master of meddling where he didn't need to, and worse still, he truly believed it helped. The hunter dismissed it at first, wanting to focus on the memorial, but he couldn't help but keep glancing over at the pair, wary of how the situation might escalate. He and Johanna weren't dissimilar, Gale recognised that, but he happened to be very familiar with Peeta's annoying heart of gold, his shiny morals and abundance of patience. Johanna, however, wasn't, and once again, it felt like Peeta was biting off more than he could chew.
Just as he'd suspected, Johanna started yelling, and Gale could stand by no longer. He had respect and sympathy for the Victor, but that only went so far in the face of his loved ones. Peeta came first and always would. He wouldn't let him be treated like shit or pushed around by anyone, clearly traumatised or not. It didn't take Gale long to reach the pair, and when he did, he grabbed Peeta by the arm and pulled the blonde behind him, out of Johanna's sight. He was likely to be upset or far too reasonable, and Gale couldn't stand either. Ironically, he knew Johanna wouldn't either. "Johanna Mason," Gale started, voice hard, eyes narrowed as he looked down at her. He was willing to give her the fight she so clearly wanted, as long as she took it out on him. Peeta didn't deserve it. "Not sure who wheeled you out of the loony bin, but it's time for you to go back. This ends now. So either go quietly with the nurse, or I'll be happy to escort you myself."