I have never been carried around by a large boy, or laughed until my stomach hurt at the dinner table, or listened to the clamor of a hundred people all talking at once. Peace is restrained; this is free.

I feel like what I have become is halfway between my mother and my father, violent and impulsive and desperate and afraid. I feel like I have lost control of what I have become.

And is it selfish of me to crave victory, or is it brave?

Why is your heart racing Tris?

Let the guilt teach you how to behave next time.

Sometimes I just... want to see it again. Want to see you awake.

She has been to the compound before. She remembered this hallway. She knows about the initiation process. My mother was Dauntless.