And is it selfish of me to crave victory, or is it brave?

Awkwardness aside, it's nice to be liked.

He is strong, and lithe, and certain. And he is mine.

I am too strong to break so easily, and I become better, sharper, every time I touch him.

Maybe there's more we all could have done, but we just have to let the guilt remind us to do better next time.

Al walks in, and I don't even have to ask him to help me, he just walks over and strips bedding with me. i will have to scrub the frame later. Al carries the stack of sheets to the trash and together we walk toward the training room. "Ignore him," Al says. "He's an idiot, and if you don't get angry, he'll stop eventually.

Tris," he says. "What did they do to you? You're acting like a lunatic." "That's not very nice of you to say," I say. "They put me in a good mood, that's all. And now I really want to kiss you, so if you could just relax-