I want to cry because something terrible happened, and I saw it, and I could not see a way to mend it.

I decide to do what I always do when I'm not sure what's going on: I act like everyone else.

No one's perfect," I whisper. "It doesn't work that way. One bad thing goes away, and another bad thing replaces it." I traded cowardice for cruelty; I traded weakness for ferocity.

But Christina and I are not people who cry together; we're people who fight together. SO I hold my tears in.

I feel like someone breathed new air into my lungs. I am not Abnegation. I am not Dauntless. I am Divergent.

The person you became with her is worth being.

Do remember, though, that sometimes the people you oppress become mightier than you would like.