I love you," I say. I said that once, before I went to Erudite headquarters, but he was asleep then. I don't know why I didn't say it when he could hear it. Maybe I was afraid to trust him with something so personal as my devotion. Or afraid that I did not know what it was to love someone. But now I think the scary thing was not saying it before it was too late. Not saying it before it was almost too late for me.

No matter how long you train someone to be brave, you never know if they are or not until something real happens.

My skepticism is strong, but my curiosity is stronger.

You are holding a loaded gun, you idiot. Act like it.

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

I am no longer Tris, the selfless, or Tris, the brave. I suppose that now, I must become more than either.

I love you." He frowns. "Say it again." "Tobias," I say. "I love you.