I smirk as Peter misses again. I can't help myself. "Hey, Peter," I say, " Remember what a target is?

though he does not touch me, he steadies me.

You don't have to tell me everything right away, but I have to tell you everything right away? Can't you see how stupid that is?

I have your back. I didn't mean only when it's easy. All the time.

Fear," she says, "is more powerful than pain.

Okay. Then...I can talk. Ask me something." "Okay." He laughs shakily in my ear. "Why is your heart racing Tris?" I cringe and say, "Well, I...I barely know you. I barely know you and I'm crammed up against you in a box, Four, what do you think?"... "Maybe you were cut out for Candor," he says, "because you're a terrible liar.

I wipe my face with my sleeve, laughing so hard my stomach hurts. If my entire life is like this, loud laughter and bold action and the kind of exhaustion you feel after a hard but satisfying day, I will be content.