Sometimes, the best way to help someone is just to be near them.

I am too strong to break so easily, and I become better, sharper, every time I touch him.

Beatrice. We should think of our family. But. But we must also think of ourselves.

I glance at Tris. She grins at me, then leans in to whisper something to Christina. "Are you here to help or what, Stiff?" I say.

Leave her out of this" "Why? Because you're doing her? Oh wait, I forgot. Stiffs don't do that sort of thing

I’m not anyone,” he says. “I’m nobody. That’s what being factionless is.

How have I never realized before that for all the strong, kind parts of him, there are also hurting, broken parts?