No factions? A world in which no one knows who they are or where they fit? I can't even fathom it. I imagine only chaos and isolation.

She smiles.Her teeth are crooked. If I knocked them out,I might be doing her a favor.

Let me get this straight. So you left the Dauntless compound to get ready for war... and took your makeup bag with you?" "Yep. Figured it would be harder for anyone to shoot me if they saw how devastatingly attractive I was.

I am wearing a gray shirt, blue jeans, black shoes--new clothes, but beneath them, my Dauntless tattoos. It is impossible to erase my choices. Especially these.

I can't force you. I can't make you want to survive this." He pulls me against him and runs his hand over my hair, tucking it behind my ear. His fingers trail down my neck and over my shoulder, and he says, "But you will do it. It doesn't matter if you believe you can or not. You will, because that's who you are.

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

I ignore my fear. When I make decisions, I pretend it doesn't exist.