Sometimes I see him as just another person, and sometimes I feel the sight of him in my gut, like a deep ache.

I have done bad things. I can't take them back, and they are part of who I am. Most of the time, they seem like the only thing I am.

I feel bare. I didn't realize I wore my secrets as armor until they were gone and now everyone sees me as I really am.

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

I don't want to stop you. I want you to stop yourself.

My Tris should look pale and small--she is pale and small, after all--but instead the room is full of her.

How have I never realized before that for all the strong, kind parts of him, there are also hurting, broken parts?