Do I look like I’ve been crying?’ I say. ‘Hmm.’ He leans in close, narrowing his eyes like he’s inspecting my face. A smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. Even closer, so we would be breathng the same air- if I could remember to breathe. ‘No, Tris,’ he says. A more serious look replaces his smile as he adds, ‘You look tough as nails.

How is it I know this little about the boy who says he loves me-

Christina,'i say,'The factionless have all the guns.

I will be my undoing If I become my obsession.

I wish I could say I felt guilty for what I did. I don't.

Grabbing hold of facts in the midst of shock is very Erudite of him.

It's wrong," he says. "It doesn't matter if your parents are in a better place, they aren't here with you, and that's wrong, Tris. It shouldn't have happened. It shouldn't have happened to you. And anyone who tells you it's okay is a liar.