He gives me a conflicted look and touches his lips to my forehead, right between my eyebrows. I close my eyes. I don't understand this, whatever it is. But I don't want to ruin it, so I say nothing. He doesn't move; he just stays there with his mouth pressed to my skin, and I stay there with my hands on his waist, for a long time.

Sometimes it isn't fighting that's brave, its facing the death you know is coming.

I traded cowardice for cruelty; I traded weakness for ferocity.

So you're her brother? Says Linn. I guess we know who got the good genes.

Christina,'i say,'The factionless have all the guns.

I wake wondering how I did not notice, every day I sat across from her at the breakfast table, that she was full to bursting with Dauntless energy. Was it because she hid it well? Or was it because I wasn't looking?

Desperation can make a person do surprising things.