You're not very nice," I say, grinning. "You're one to talk." "Hey, I could be nice if I tried." "Hmm." He taps his chin. "Say something nice, then." "You're very good-looking." He smiles, his teeth a flash in this dark. "I like this 'nice' thing.

Are you asking me to undress, Tris?' A nervous laugh gurgles from my throat. 'Only ... partially

Well, I already know what happened to my face", I say. "I was there. Sort of

I kiss him as the train slides into unlit, uncertain land. I kiss him for as long as I want, for longer than I should, given that my brother sits three feet away from me.

They died for me,” I say. That feels important

Maybe time would not feel as heavy if I didn't have this guilt -- the guilt of knowing the truth and stuffing it down where no one can see it, not even Tobias. Maybe I should not be so afraid of saying anything, because honesty will make me feel lighter.

Some people believe that I will go nowhere, and maybe they're right, but maybe they're not.