Who is he when he isn't Dauntless, isn't an instructor, isn't Four, isn't anything in particular? Whoever he is, I like him. It's easier to admit that to myself now, in the dark, after all that just happened. He is not sweet or gentle or particularly kind. But he is smart and brave, and even though he saved me, he treated me like I was strong. That is all I need to know.
Veronica RothA Dauntless Ferris wheel wouldnโt have cars. You would just hang on tight with your hands, and good luck to you.
Veronica RothThen Drew shuffles into the dining hall. I drop my toast, and my mouth drifts open. Calling him โbruisedโ would be an understatement. His face is swollen and purple. He has a split lip and a cut running through his eyebrow. He keeps his eyes down on the way to his table, not even lifting them to look at me. I glance across the room at Four. He wears the satisfied smile I wish I had on.
Veronica Roth