I realize that the decision might be simple. It will require a great act of selflessness to choose Abnegation, or a great act of courage to choose Dauntless, and maybe just choosing one over the other will prove that I belong.

I feel myself acting like a lunatic, but I can't stop. It would be like refusing to breathe.

Peter leans forward and looks into my eyes. "The serum will go into effect in one minute," he says. "Be brave, Tris." My heart begins to race. Why would Peter tell me to be brave? Why would he offer any kind words at all?

What's this about flashing underwear?" says Uriah, sidestepping a bunk. "Whatever it is, I'm in.

She taught me all about real sacrifice. That it should be done from love, not misplace disgust for another person's genetics.

I open the door to the fear landscape room and flip open the small black box that was in my back pocket to see the syringes inside. This is the box I have always used, padded around the needles; it is a sign of something sick inside me, or something brave.

Trust me when I tell you, Eaton boy, that resisting is worth doing.