I wonder if this is how is is with all evil men, that to someone, they look just like good men, talk like good men, are just as likable as good men.

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

It's easy to be brave when they're not my fears.

I can’t leave now. I like her too much. There, I said it. But I won’t say it again.

She can't possibly be me, though she moves when I move

Take away someone’s fear, or low intelligence, or dishonesty . . . and you take away their compassion. Take away someone’s aggression and you take away their motivation, or their ability to assert themselves. Take away their selfishness and you take away their sense of self-preservation.

Peter leans forward and looks into my eyes. "The serum will go into effect in one minute," he says. "Be brave, Tris." My heart begins to race. Why would Peter tell me to be brave? Why would he offer any kind words at all?