I look up, and stop breathing. Eyes glitter in the darkness. Dark shapes sit in the car, more numerous than we are. The factionless.

My father says that those who want power and get it live in terror of losing it. That's why we have to give power to those who do not want it.

My skepticism is strong, but my curiosity is stronger.

It is amazing how pretending to be in a different faction changes everything -- even the way I walk. That must be why it's so strange that I could easily belong in three of them.

Please. They're like the Cult of Four.

I wake wondering how I did not notice, every day I sat across from her at the breakfast table, that she was full to bursting with Dauntless energy. Was it because she hid it well? Or was it because I wasn't looking?

But I will find new habits, new thoughts, new rules. I will become something else.