No. Because it's so stupid no Dauntless with any sense would speak it, let alone think it. Pansycake. What are you, twelve?" "And a half," he says.

Sometimes pain is for the greater good.

I am fed up. I am fed up with tears and weakness. But there isn't much I can do to stop them.

You're not a coward just because you don't want to hurt people.

If I let a little of the emotion out, all of it will come out, and it will never end.

I close my eyes. I don't expect Four to reassure me, and he makes no effort to, but I feel better standing here than I did out there among the people who are my friends, my faction.

People talk about the pain of grief, but I don't know what they mean. To me, grief is a devastating numbness, every sensation dulled.