Yesterday he told me he thought I would have to pretend to be weak, but he was wrong. I am weak already. I brace myself against the wall and press my forehead to my hands. Itโs difficult to take deep breaths, so I take short, shallow ones. I canโt let this happen. They attacked me to make me feel weak. I can pretend they succeeded to protect myself, but I canโt let it become true.
Veronica RothI wonder how I seem to them. They must see someone I don't see. Someone capable and strong. Someone I can't be; someone I can be.
Veronica RothI feel empty, not because of sadness, but because of relief, all the tension flowing out of me.
Veronica RothHe should be the one to die, part of me thinks. I don't want to lose him, another part argues. I don't know which part to believe.
Veronica RothPeter: Where are you two going? Tris: Why aren't you with your attack group eating dinner? Peter: I don't have one. I'm injured. Christina: Yeah right, you are! Peter: Well, I don't want to go to battle with a bunch of factionless. So I'm going to stay here. Christina: Like a coward. Let everyone else clean up the mess for you. Peter: Yep! Have fun dying.
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