My Tris should look pale and small--she is pale and small, after all--but instead the room is full of her.

My Tris should look pale and small--she is pale and small, after all--but instead the room is full of her.

Today you will choose your factions. Until this point you have followed your parents’ paths, your parents’ rules. Today you will find your own path, make your own rules.

Beatrice," she says. "Beatrice, we have to run." She pulls my arm across her shoulders and hauls me to my feet. She is dressed like my mother and she looks like my mother, but she is holding a gun, and the determined look in her eyes is unfamiliar to me.

She wanted us to have more than five choices. Now we have none.

All that land is filled with people, every one of them different, and the things they do to each other matter.

I understand why she did all those things, but that doesn't mean we aren't still broken.