Pride is what killed Al, and it is the flaw in every Dauntless heart. It is in mine.

I forget that he is another person; instead it feels like he is another part of me, just as essential as a heart or an eye or an arm.

Don't you dare try to apologize." His voice shakes. "This is not something you can bandage with a word or two and some hugging, or something.

I pause a second. He doesn't look at me the way Will, Christina, and Al sometimes do - like I am too small and too weak to be of any use, and they pity me for it.

Sarcasm is always at someone's expense.

I don't have a bullet in my head, do I? So I'm fine.

I have to face the fear. I have to take control of the situation and find a way to make it less frightening.