If someone offer you an opportunity to get closer to your enemy, you always take it.

But I think that no matter how smart, people usually see what they're already looking for, that's all.

Then Drew shuffles into the dining hall. I drop my toast, and my mouth drifts open. Calling him “bruised” would be an understatement. His face is swollen and purple. He has a split lip and a cut running through his eyebrow. He keeps his eyes down on the way to his table, not even lifting them to look at me. I glance across the room at Four. He wears the satisfied smile I wish I had on.

I need the protection of seeming weak.

Well, I already know what happened to my face", I say. "I was there. Sort of

Are you conceding?' he says, his mouth falling open with mock surprise. 'Seems like that serum did you some good after all...' I shove him as hard as I can. 'Take that back. Take it back now.' 'Okay, okay!' He puts up his hands. 'It's just... I'm not very nice either, you know. That's why I like you so- ' 'Out!' I shout, pointing at the door.

Knowledge is power. Power to do evil...or power to do good. Power itself is not evil. So knowledge itself is not evil.