His eyes search the crowd until they find my face. My heartbeat lives in my throat; lives in my cheeks. "I still don't understand," he says softly, "how she knew that it would work.
Veronica RothI like to think I'm helping them by hating them. I'm reminding them that they aren't God's gift to humankind.
Veronica RothSo now we all know," says Four, quietly, "that you are afraid of a short, skinny girl from Abnegation." His mouth curls into a smile.
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