It must be because you're so approachable", I say flatly. "You know, like a bed of nails." He stares at me, and I don't look away. He isn't a dog but the same rules apply. Looking away is submissive. Looking him in the eye is a challenge. It's my choice. Heat rushes into my cheeks. What will happen when this tension breaks? But he just says, "Careful, Tris.

We are not the same. But we are, somehow, one.

Grief is not as heavy as guilt, but it takes more away from you.

He should be the one to die, part of me thinks. I don't want to lose him, another part argues. I don't know which part to believe.

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

Well, technology is supposed to make life better," she says. "No matter what you believe, there's a technology out there for you.

But I killed a man just like my mother did. David says it’s okay because I didn’t mean to, and because he was about to kill that little kid. But I’m pretty sure my mom didn’t mean to kill my dad, either, so what difference does that make, meaning or not meaning to do something? Accident or on purpose, the result is the same, and that’s one fewer life than there should be in the world.