Eyes open, then," I say, tapping the skin between my eyebrows. I don’t really need her eyes to be on mine, but I feel better when they are.

But now I know how large the world is... Well. I suppose I have grown to large out of my faction. As a consequence.

She believes that Tobias belongs to her now. She doesn't know the truth, that he belongs to himself.

She must love me, to worry about me. She must still be capable of love.

I frown at him. How does he know all this information? And why, after two years of avoiding becoming a Dauntless leader at all costs, is he suddenly acting like one?

I should probably be afraid. But instead a hysterical laugh bubbles inside me, because I just remembered something: Maybe I can’t hold a gun. But I have a knife in my back pocket.

I get the strange urge to hit my head against the wall. Other people's sobs make me feel uncomfortable.