Then everyone can call you Six.” “Four and Six,” I say.

Beatrice," she says. "Beatrice, we have to run." She pulls my arm across her shoulders and hauls me to my feet. She is dressed like my mother and she looks like my mother, but she is holding a gun, and the determined look in her eyes is unfamiliar to me.

The official strategy is defensive pessimism, always.

I glance at Tris. She grins at me, then leans in to whisper something to Christina. "Are you here to help or what, Stiff?" I say.

My father says that those who want power and get it live in terror of losing it. That's why we have to give power to those who do not want it.

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.

"I'll be your family now," he says.