Oh for god's sake. I'll just carry you.

What's your name? Um... Think about it. You don't get to pick again. Tris.

My name will be Edith Proir," she says. "And there is much I am happy to forget.

Color fills her cheeks, and I think it again: that Johanna Reyes might still be beautiful. Except now I think that she isn't just beautiful in spite of the scar, she's somehow beautiful with it, like Lynn with her buzzed hair, like Tobias with the memories of his father's cruelty that he wears like armor, like my mother in her plain gray clothing.

No one's perfect," I whisper. "It doesn't work that way. One bad thing goes away, and another bad thing replaces it." I traded cowardice for cruelty; I traded weakness for ferocity.

It is amazing how pretending to be in a different faction changes everything -- even the way I walk. That must be why it's so strange that I could easily belong in three of them.

I love the Wikipedia link chain because it has led me into some strange articles. Wikipedia is one of my favorites.