It's strange how time can make a place shrink, make its strangeness ordinary.
Sometimes pain is for the greater good.
It's like he knows, he knows I have a thing for her.
I want to cry because something terrible happened, and I saw it, and I could not see a way to mend it.
Part of me wonders if this is a suicide mission disguised as a game.
She tips her chin up and looks at me with that Abnegation stubbornness I know so well. She may have left them, but they are what’s making her strong.