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

I am better off doing as abnegation taught me: turning away from myself, projecting always outward, and hoping that in whatever is next, I will be better than I am now.

You know, most boys would enjoy being trapped in close quarters with a girl." I roll my eyes. "Not claustrophobic people, Tris.

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

That our world is so massive that it is completely out of our control, that we cannot possibly be as large as we feel.

Don't you dare try to apologize." His voice shakes. "This is not something you can bandage with a word or two and some hugging, or something.

This is what I wanted most to avoid: for my rises and falls to become Tobias's rises and falls. That's why I can't let him step in to defend me now.