When I look at him, I don't see the cowardly young man who sold me out to Jeanine Matthews, and i don't hear the excuses he gave afterward. When I look at him, I see the boy who held my hand in the hospital when our mother broke her wrist and told me it would be all right. I see the brother who told me to make my own choices, the night before the Choosing Ceremony. I think of all the remarkable things he is--smart and enthusiastic and observant, quiet and earnest and kind.

I feel like someone is pressing me into a mold that does not fit my body, forcing me intothe wrong shape.

I need the protection of seeming weak.

Thank you for your honesty.

Thank you for your honesty," Niles says. The Candor repeat the phrase under their breath. All around me are the words "Thank you for your honesty" at different volumes and pitches, and my anger begins to dissolve.

Living without virtues is to live divorced from society, seperated from the most important thing in life, community.

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