I wish we were alone,” he says. “I almost always wish that,” I say.

I feel like someone breathed new air into my lungs. I am not Abnegation. I am not Dauntless. I am Divergent.

Somewhere inside me is a merciful, forgiving person. Somewhere there is a girl who tries to understand what people are going through, who accepts that people do evil things and that desperation leads them to darker places than they ever imagined, I swear she exists, and she hurts for the repentant boy I see in front of me. But if I saw her, I wouldn't recognize her.

People, even genetically damaged people, make choices. That’s what matters.’

You chose us. Now we have to choose you.

I didn't realize until that moment that Dauntless initiation had taught me an important lesson: how to keep going.

So now we all know," says Four, quietly, "that you are afraid of a short, skinny girl from Abnegation." His mouth curls into a smile.