My skepticism is strong, but my curiosity is stronger.

I ignore my fear,” he says. “When I make decisions, I pretend it doesn’t exist.” I stare at him for a second. I can’t help it. To me there’s a difference between not being afraid and acting in spite of fear, as he does.

We both have war inside us. Sometimes it keeps us alive. Sometimes it threatens to destroy us.

I point at a window to my left, and it explodes. Particles of glass rain over us. ‘You’ll have to do better than that,' I say.

I expect to weave through the crowd, dodging elbows and muttering "excuse me" the way I always do, but there is no need. Becoming Dauntless has made me noticable.

We don't know what's happened out there since they put us in here, or how many generations have lived and died since they did.We could be the last people left.

And I provide much- needed eye candy.