He smiles in my memory. A curled lip. Straight teeth. Light in his eyes. Laughing, teasing, more alive in memory than I m in reality. It was him or me. I chose me. But I feel dead too.

I do like to hit people-I like the explosion of power and energy, and the feeling that I am untouchable because I can hurt people. But I hate that part of myself, because it is the part of me that is the most broken

Can I be forgiven for all I've done to get here? I want to be. I can. I believe it.

My Tris should look pale and small--she is pale and small, after all--but instead the room is full of her.

We've all started to put down the virtues of the other factions in the process of bolstering our own. I don't want to do that. I want to be brave, and selfless, and smart, and kind, and honest." He clears his throat. "I continually struggle with kindness.

I wonder if fears ever really go away, or if they just lose their power over us.

I’m not anyone,” he says. “I’m nobody. That’s what being factionless is.