Four: Be brave Tris. The first time is always the hardest.

I am fed up. I am fed up with tears and weakness. But there isn't much I can do to stop them.

Where's Marcus, Destroyer of Lives, going to meet us?

I get the strange urge to hit my head against the wall. Other people's sobs make me feel uncomfortable.

I never thought I would need bravery in the small moments of my life. I do.

Eric walks toward me, and I back away by instinct. I try not to be afraid of him, but I know how smart he is and that if I’m not careful he’ll notice that I keep staring at her, and that will be my undoing.

His fingers leave streaks of cold on my skin, invisible to the eye, and I think about wrapping his shirt around my fist and pulling him in to kiss me; I think about pressing myself against him, but I can't, because all our secrets would keep a space between us.