If the Dauntless knew about this, everyone would be getting in line to learn how to drive it,” he says. “Including me.” “No, they would be strapping themselves to the wings.” Christina pokes his arm. “Don’t you know your own faction?

Sometimes I see him as just another person, and sometimes I feel the sight of him in my gut, like a deep ache.

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.

You're the one who has to live with your choice, everyone else will get over it, move on, no matter what you decide. But you never will

This is bizarre," I say. "I think it's beautiful," he says. I give him a look. "What?" He laughs a little. "They each have an equal role in government; they each feel equally responsible. And it makes them care; it makes them kind. I think that's beautiful.

This was the first place I everfelt strong. Every time I breathe this air I feel it again.

I have your back. I didn't mean only when it's easy. All the time.