If Eric thinks I did something right, I must have done it wrong.

We believe in shouting for those who can only whisper, in defending those who cannot defend themselves.

But when you kill someone you love, the hard part is never over. It just gets easier to distract yourself from what you've done.

We kiss again and this time, it feels familiar. I know exactly how we fit together, his arm around my waist, my hands on his chest, the pressure of his lips on mine. We have each other memorized.

She has been to the compound before. She remembered this hallway. She knows about the initiation process. My mother was Dauntless.

I want to break something, or hit something, but I am afraid to move, so I start crying instead.

No matter how long you train someone to be brave, you never know if they are or not until something real happens.