Who cares about everyone? What about me?
She has been to the compound before. She remembered this hallway. She knows about the initiation process. My mother was Dauntless.
One choice can transform you!
Just do what you're supposed to.
You are far less likely to soil your pants and cry for your mother if you’re prepared to defend yourself.
I did not know that my entire personality, my entire being, could be discarded as the byproduct of my anatomy. What if I really am just someone with a large prefrontal cortex...and nothing more?