Can I be forgiven for all I've done to get here? I want to be. I can. I believe it.

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

I look older. Maybe it's the short hair or maybe it's just that I wear all that has happened like a mask. Either way, I always thought I would be happy when I stopped looking like a child. But all I feel is a lump in my throat. I am no longer the daughter my parents knew. They will never know me as I am now.

Who is he when he isn't Dauntless, isn't an instructor, isn't Four, isn't anything in particular? Whoever he is, I like him. It's easier to admit that to myself now, in the dark, after all that just happened. He is not sweet or gentle or particularly kind. But he is smart and brave, and even though he saved me, he treated me like I was strong. That is all I need to know.

Eric walks toward me, and I back away by instinct. I try not to be afraid of him, but I know how smart he is and that if I’m not careful he’ll notice that I keep staring at her, and that will be my undoing.

You always look like someone's sucked the life right out of you when something fascinates you. -Tris

Soon I will honor my parents by dying as they died. and if all they believed about death was true, soon I will join them in whatever comes next.