God Tris, are you even human?

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

Did you ever meet someone named Caleb?" I say. 'Caleb," Fernando says. "Yes, there was a Caleb in my initiate class. Brilliant, but he was... what's the colloquial term for it? A suck-up." he smirks.

Sometimes I see him as just another person, and sometimes I feel the sight of him in my gut, like a deep ache.

Or maybe we'll make a home somewhere inside ourselves, to carry with us wherever we go- which is the way I carry my mother now.

He seems designed specifically for speed and deadly accuracy. But not strength, not particularly-he is smart, but not strong. Only strong enough to carry me.

Dauntless: being brave in the midst of fear.