I am no longer Tris, the selfless, or Tris, the brave. I suppose that now, I must become more than either.

Humans can't tolerate emptiness for long.

Do the elevators work?" I ask Uriah, as quietly as I can. "Sure they do." says Zeke, rolling his eyes, "You think I'm stupid enough not to come here early and turn on the emergency generator?" "Yeah," says Uriah. "I kinda do.

Caleb," I say, "I love you." His eyes gleam with tear as he says, "I love you, too, Beatrice.

I stare at him. I feel my heartbeat everywhere, even in my toes. I feel like doing something bold, but I could just as easily walk away. I am not sure which option is smarter, or better. I am not sure that I care.

Psyche you out?" I repeat. "I'm your FRIEND. I wouldn't do that." He doesn't say anything. I can tell he doesn't believe me-not quite.

She must love me, to worry about me. She must still be capable of love.