To find that place between what I want and what I think is wise.

I laugh, and it's laughter, not light, that casts out the darkness building within me, that reminds me I am still alive, even in this strange place where everything I've ever known is coming apart.

Politeness is deception in pretty packaging.

All three combined is...a different kind of stupid formerly unheard of by humankind.

He stares at me, and I don't look away. He isn't a dog, but the same rules apply. Looking away is submissive. Looking him in the eye is a challenge. It's my choice.

Drink this," she says. "What is it?" my throat feels swollen. I swallow hard. "What's going to happen?" "Can't tell you that. Just trust me." I press air from my lungs and tip the contents of the vial into my mouth. My eyes close.

I am no longer Tris, the selfless, or Tris, the brave. I suppose that now, I must become more than either.