I wish I could say I felt guilty for what I did. I don't.
Killing you is not the worst thing they can do to you," I say. "Controlling you is.
Human reason can excuse any evil.
So now we all know," says Four, quietly, "that you are afraid of a short, skinny girl from Abnegation." His mouth curls into a smile.
You are holding a loaded gun, you idiot. Act like it.
I notice, however, that Peter only pretends to inject himself—when he presses the plunger down, the fluid runs down his throat, and he wipes it casually with a sleeve. I wonder what it feels like to volunteer to forget everything.