How is it I know this little about the boy who says he loves me-

There is power in controlling something that can do so much damage - in controlling something, period.

The shouts of triumph become infectious, and I lift my voice to join in, running toward my teammates. Christina holds the flag up high, and everyone clusters around her, grabbing her arm to lift the flag even higher. I can't reach her, so I stand off to the side, grinning. A hand touches my shoulder. "Well done," Four says quietly.

And I'm the kind of person who does not let inconsequential things like boys and near death experiences stop her.

We may both be bad, but there’s a huge difference between us—I’m not content with being this way.

Before she got here everything had stalled inside me, and every morning I was just moving toward nighttime.

I settle into their pace. The uniform pounding of feet in my ears and the homogeneity of the people around me makes me believe that I could choose this. I could be subsumed into Abnegation’s hive mind, projecting always outward.