Instead I just let the silence stretch out between us. It's the only adequate response to what he just told me, the only that does the tragedy any justice instead of patching it hastily and moving on.

He pus his lips next to my ear and says, “You look good, Tris.

What's this about flashing underwear?" says Uriah, sidestepping a bunk. "Whatever it is, I'm in.

You know, there's a word for big, strong men who attack women, and it's coward.

Why are you constantly escorting me places?” I say. “Isn’t there a depraved activity you’re supposed to be taking part in? Kicking puppies or spying on girls while they change, or something?

It’s not a perfect situation. But when you have to choose between two bad options, you pick the one that saves the people you love and believe in most. You just do. Okay?

God Tris, are you even human?