I'll say it one last time: Be brave.

The Candor sing the praises of the truth, but they never tell you how much it costs.

I shield my eyes from the sun to see her cold look—the expression I saw in my mind even before I looked at her. She looks older to me than she ever has, stern and tough and worn by time. I feel that way, too. “These people have no regard for human life,” she says. “They’re about to wipe the memories of all our friends and neighbors. They’re responsible for the deaths of a large majority of our old faction.” She sidesteps me and marches toward the door. “I think they’re lucky I’m not going to kill them.

The reason the factions were evil is because there was no way out of them. They gave us the illusion of choice without actually giving us a choice.

You can't be fearless, remember? Because you still care about things. About your life.

We may both be bad, but there’s a huge difference between us—I’m not content with being this way.

"I'll be your family now," he says.