though he does not touch me, he steadies me.

she sighs, then breaks a piece off the muffin in my hand. 'Hey. There are plenty more just five feet to your right.' 'then you shouldn't be so concerned about losing some of yours.' she says, grinning. 'Fair enough.

I want to be brave, and selfless, and smart, and kind, and honest.

We share a common enemy, but does that make us friends?

Hearing him talk about his mother, about his intact family, makes my chest hurt for a second, like someone pierced it with a needle.

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

We both have war inside us. Sometimes it keeps us alive. Sometimes it threatens to destroy us.