What makes you different, makes you dangerous.

It's wrong," he says. "It doesn't matter if your parents are in a better place, they aren't here with you, and that's wrong, Tris. It shouldn't have happened. It shouldn't have happened to you. And anyone who tells you it's okay is a liar.

So, the thing we’re all not talking about,” he says. He gestures to me. “You almost died, a sadistic pansycake saved you, and now we’re all waging some serious war with the factionless as allies.” “Pansycake?” says Christina. “Dauntless slang.” Lynn smirks. “Supposed to be a huge insult, only no one uses it anymore.” “Because it’s so offensive,” says Uriah, nodding. “No. Because it’s so stupid no Dauntless with any sense would speak it, let alone think it. Pansycake. What are you, twelve?” “And a half,” he says.

He pus his lips next to my ear and says, “You look good, Tris.

I suppose everything is bound to look different when you aren't on your way to die.

My problem might be that even if I did go home, I wouldn’t belong there, among people who give without thinking and care without trying.

I think I speak for everyone," he says, "when I say you have earned the title of Dauntless".