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 suppose everything is bound to look different when you aren't on your way to die.

Can you be a girl for a few seconds?" "I'm always a girl" I frown. "You know what I mean. Like a silly, annoying girl" I twirl my hair around my finger. "Kay.

Somewhere inside me is a merciful, forgiving person. Somewhere there is a girl who tries to understand what people are going through, who accepts that people do evil things and that desperation leads them to darker places than they ever imagined, I swear she exists, and she hurts for the repentant boy I see in front of me. But if I saw her, I wouldn't recognize her.

What's your name? Um... Think about it. You don't get to pick again. Tris.

Little girl, he called me. A little girl who is stressed out to the point of paranoia. That is not me, but now, it's who the Candor think I am.

If you are really one of us, it won't matter to you that you might fail. And if it does, you are a coward.