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

My name will be Edith Proir," she says. "And there is much I am happy to forget.

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

But now I’m wondering if I need it anymore, if we ever really need these words, “Dauntless,” “Erudite,” “Divergent,” “Allegiant,” or if we can just be friends or lovers or siblings, defined instead by the choices we make and the love and loyalty that binds us.

Don't confuse your grief with guilt.

The reason the factions were evil is because there was no way out of them. They gave us the illusion of choice without actually giving us a choice.

I point at a window to my left, and it explodes. Particles of glass rain over us. ‘You’ll have to do better than that,' I say.