I laugh shakily. โYouโre a little scary, Four.โ โDo me a favor,โ he says, โand donโt call me that.โ โWhat should I call you, then?โ โNothing.โ He takes his hand from my face. โYet.
Veronica RothFour flips the gun in this hand, presses the barrel to Peter's forehead, and clicks a bullet into place. Peter freezes with his lips parted, the yawn dead in his mouth. "Wake. Up," Four snaps. "You are holding a loaded gun, you idiot. Act like it.
Veronica RothWell, technology is supposed to make life better," she says. "No matter what you believe, there's a technology out there for you.
Veronica RothThen his eyes focus on something over my shoulder, and he starts walking. I turn to see Uriah jogging from the elevator bank. He is grinning. โHeard a rumor you were a dirty traitor,โ Uriah says. โYeah, whatever,โ says Zeke. They collide in an embrace that looks almost painful to me, slapping each otherโs backs and laughing with their fists clasped between them.
Veronica RothI feel empty, not because of sadness, but because of relief, all the tension flowing out of me.
Veronica RothThe man running toward me is not a man, he is a boy. A shaggy-haired boy with a crease between his eyebrows. Will. Dull-eyed and mindless, but still Will. He stops running and mirrors me, his feet planted and his gun up. In an instant, I see his finger poised over the trigger and hear the bullet slide into the chamber, and I fire. My eyes squeezed shut. Can't breathe. The bullet hit him in the head. I know because that's where I aimed it.
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