I feel bare. I didn't realize I wore my secrets as armor until they were gone and now everyone sees me as I really am.

Yes," she says, her eyes bright with tears. "My dear child, you've done so well.

If you are really one of us, it won't matter to you that you might fail. And if it does, you are a coward.

i like to think that im helping them by hating them

I can't tell him I need him. I can't need him, period -- or really, we can't need each other, because who knows how long either of us will last in this war?

I am wearing a gray shirt, blue jeans, black shoes--new clothes, but beneath them, my Dauntless tattoos. It is impossible to erase my choices. Especially these.

Sometimes, the best way to help someone is just to be near them.