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

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

Tris.” I keep staring. “Tris.” I finally look at him. “I just don’t want to lose you.

Al walks in, and I don't even have to ask him to help me, he just walks over and strips bedding with me. i will have to scrub the frame later. Al carries the stack of sheets to the trash and together we walk toward the training room. "Ignore him," Al says. "He's an idiot, and if you don't get angry, he'll stop eventually.

I want to cry because something terrible happened, and I saw it, and I could not see a way to mend it.

Beatrice," she says. "Beatrice, we have to run." She pulls my arm across her shoulders and hauls me to my feet. She is dressed like my mother and she looks like my mother, but she is holding a gun, and the determined look in her eyes is unfamiliar to me.

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.