Someone shouts, "Enough!" and I think too much and nothing at all.

Four: Be brave Tris. The first time is always the hardest.

I decide to do what I always do when I'm not sure what's going on: I act like everyone else.

I can’t leave now. I like her too much. There, I said it. But I won’t say it again.

I breathe in. The water will wash my wounds clean. I breathe out. My mother submerged me in water when I was a baby, to give me to God. It has been a long time since I thought about God, but I think about him now. It is only natural. I am glad, suddenly, that I shot Eric in the foot instead of the head.

Too bad you didn't just take Max up on his offer, Four. Well, too bad for you, anyway," says Eric quietly as he clicks the bullet into its chamber. My lungs burn; I haven't breathed in almost a minute. I see Tobias's hand twitch in the corner of my eye, but my hand is already on my gun. I press the barrel to Eric's forehead. His eyes widen, and his face goes slack, and for a second he looks like another sleeping Dauntless soldier. My index finger hovers over the trigger. "Get your gun away from his head," I say. "You won't shoot me," Eric replies. "Interesting theory. " I say.

Not like Tobias, who is almost shy when he smiles, like he is surprised you bothered to look at him in the first place.