I want to break something, or hit something, but I am afraid to move, so I start crying instead.
Veronica RothTris," Tobias says, crouching next to me. His face is pale, almost yellow. There is too much I want to say. The first thing that comes out is, "Beatrice." He laughs weakly. "Beatrice," he amends, and touches his lips to mine. I curl my fingers into his shirt.
Veronica RothIt's then that I realize: Of course Tris would go into the Weapons Lab instead of Caleb. Of course she would.
Veronica RothMy father has a way of persuading people without charm that has always confused me. He states his opinions as if theyโre facts, and somehow his complete lack of doubt makes you believe him. That quality frightens me now, because I know what he told me: that I was broken, that I was worthless, that I was nothing. How many of those things did he make me believe?
Veronica RothAl walks in, and I don't even have to ask him to help me, he just walks over and strips bedding with me. i will have to scrub the frame later. Al carries the stack of sheets to the trash and together we walk toward the training room. "Ignore him," Al says. "He's an idiot, and if you don't get angry, he'll stop eventually.
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