I'm not Dauntless - I'm Divergent. I am whatever I choose to be.

I pause a second. He doesn't look at me the way Will, Christina, and Al sometimes do - like I am too small and too weak to be of any use, and they pity me for it.

Our eyes meet. I hear a train horn, so faint it could be wind whistling through an alleyway. But I know it when I hear it. It sounds like the Dauntless, calling me to to them.

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

You look older.” “Yes, well. The passage of time tends to do that to a person.

This was the first place I everfelt strong. Every time I breathe this air I feel it again.

I'll say it one last time: Be brave.