Part of me wonders if this is a suicide mission disguised as a game.

Do remember, though, that sometimes the people you oppress become mightier than you would like.

We believe in ordinary acts of bravery, in the courage that drives one person to stand up for another.

He slides his hand over my cheek, one finger anchored behind my ear. Then he tilts his head down and kisses me, sending a warm ache through my body. I wrap my hands around his arm, holding him there as long as I can. When he touches me, the hollowed-out feeling in my chest and stomach is not as noticeable.

It is a gift. You cannot earn it, or it ceases to be a gift.

Let me get this straight. So you left the Dauntless compound to get ready for war... and took your makeup bag with you?" "Yep. Figured it would be harder for anyone to shoot me if they saw how devastatingly attractive I was.

In that moment I know exactly what I want; I want to peel away all the layers of clothing between us, strip away everything that separates us, the past and the present and the future.