I am a child. I am two feet tall, and asking if she loves me.

I do trust you, is what I want to say. But it isn't true -- I didn't trust him to love me despite the terrible things I had done. I don't trust anyone to do that, but that isn't his problem; it's mine.

I think about pressing myself against him, but I can't, because all our secrets would keep a space between us.

Well, technology is supposed to make life better," she says. "No matter what you believe, there's a technology out there for you.

Who is he when he isn't Dauntless, isn't an instructor, isn't Four, isn't anything in particular? Whoever he is, I like him. It's easier to admit that to myself now, in the dark, after all that just happened. He is not sweet or gentle or particularly kind. But he is smart and brave, and even though he saved me, he treated me like I was strong. That is all I need to know.

I try to leave some space in my mind for things to surprise me or change my mind, I think that's important.

Awkwardness aside, it's nice to be liked.