I should probably be afraid. But instead a hysterical laugh bubbles inside me, because I just remembered something: Maybe I can’t hold a gun. But I have a knife in my back pocket.

How have I never realized before that for all the strong, kind parts of him, there are also hurting, broken parts?

There is a reason you don’t know all the things I know. -Marcus Eaton

This is what I wanted most to avoid: for my rises and falls to become Tobias's rises and falls. That's why I can't let him step in to defend me now.

I am no longer Tris, the selfless, or Tris, the brave. I suppose that now, I must become more than either.

What did you do, memorize a map of the city for fun?” says Christina. “Yes,” says Will, looking puzzled. “Didn’t you?

For someone so small, you're heavy, Stiff," he mutters.