I tell myself, as sternly as possible, that is how things work here. We do dangerous things and people die. People die, and we move on to the next dangerous thing. The sooner that lesson sinks in, the better chance I have at surviving initiation.

My Tris should look pale and small--she is pale and small, after all--but instead the room is full of her.

Fighting for survival in a shattered world... the truth is her only hope.

I did not know that my entire personality, my entire being, could be discarded as the byproduct of my anatomy. What if I really am just someone with a large prefrontal cortex...and nothing more?

If you are really one of us, it won't matter to you that you might fail. And if it does, you are a coward.

I slowly realized that perfectionism just not that important. What's more important is to try to love the people around you. Whatever that means at a particular time is the best you can do.

If Eric thinks I did something right, I must have done it wrong.