Dauntless: being brave in the midst of fear.

By the time we leave, I have red lips and curled eyelashes, and I’m wearing a bright red dress. And there’s a knife strapped to the inside of my knee. This all makes perfect sense.

You chose us. Now we have to choose you.

Aren’t you going to ask me if I’m all right?” I say. “No, I’m pretty sure you’re not all right.” He shakes his head. “I’m going to ask you not to make any decisions until we’ve talked about it.

All three combined is...a different kind of stupid formerly unheard of by humankind.

Sarcasm is always at someone's expense.

Arrogance is one of the flaws in the Erudite heart -- I know. It is often in mine.