Thank you for your honesty," Niles says. The Candor repeat the phrase under their breath. All around me are the words "Thank you for your honesty" at different volumes and pitches, and my anger begins to dissolve.

I forget that he is another person; instead it feels like he is another part of me, just as essential as a heart or an eye or an arm.

Politeness is deception in pretty packaging.

Which means that in order to defeat her, I have to think of a way to defeat myself. And how can I be a better fighter than myself, if she knows the same strategies I know, and is exactly as resourceful and clever as I am?

We are not the same. But we are, somehow, one.

No. Because it's so stupid no Dauntless with any sense would speak it, let alone think it. Pansycake. What are you, twelve?" "And a half," he says.

Can I be forgiven for all I've done to get here? I want to be. I can. I believe it.