Come on,'he says.' I have something else to show you.

Did you just call me BEATRICE?

It's strange to see people you don't know well in the morning, with sleepy eyes and pillow creases in their cheeks

Nothing else is alright. But we are. -Tobias

You’re too important to just … die.” He shakes his head. He won’t even look at me—his eyes keep shifting across my face, to the wall behind me or the ceiling above me, to everything but me. I am too stunned to be angry. “I’m not important. Everyone will do just fine without me,” I say. “Who cares about everyone? What about me?

I never thought I would need bravery in the small moments of my life. I do.

So now we all know," says Four, quietly, "that you are afraid of a short, skinny girl from Abnegation." His mouth curls into a smile.