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

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.

Don't you dare try to apologize." His voice shakes. "This is not something you can bandage with a word or two and some hugging, or something.

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

I think I speak for everyone," he says, "when I say you have earned the title of Dauntless".

I think they're going to force us to eat lots of cake and then take an unreasonably long nap.

Can you tell me where to find Tobias'? I ask. When I imagine his face, affection for him bubbles up inside of me and all I want to do is kiss him. 'Four, I mean. He's so handsome, isn't he? I don't really understand why he likes me so much. I'm not very nice, am I?' -Tris