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.

Because even a sliver of distance between us is infuriating.

My father says that those who want power and get it live in terror of losing it. That's why we have to give power to those who do not want it.

His eyes search the crowd until they find my face. My heartbeat lives in my throat; lives in my cheeks. "I still don't understand," he says softly, "how she knew that it would work.

Human beings as a whole cannot be good for long before the bad creeps back in and poisons us again.

I'm going to stop a revolution,'' I say. I turn right, and Peter follows me.

But now, I am also learning this: we can be mended. We mend each other.