I just wanted to thank you' he says, his voice low. 'A group of scientists told you that my genes were damaged, that there was something wrong with me - they showed you the test results that proved it. And even I started to believe it.' He touches my face, his thumb skimming my cheekbone, and his eyes are on mine, intense and insistent. 'You never believed it,' he says 'Not for a second. You always insisted I was... I don't know, whole.

When i get home, I sit on the front step and take deep breaths of the cool spring air for a few minutes. My mother was the one who taught me to steal moments like those, moments of freedom, though she didn't now it. I watched her... But I learned something else from watching her too, which is that the free moments always have to end.

I don't see any elderly people in the crowd. Are there any old Dauntless? Do they not last that long, or are they just sent away when they can't jump off moving trains anymore?

I could never hurt him enough to make his betrayal stop hurting. And it hurts, in every part of my body.

But there's so much that was a lie, it's hard to figure out what was true, what was real, what matters.

She believes that Tobias belongs to her now. She doesn't know the truth, that he belongs to himself.

I reach out and take his hand. His fingers slide between mine. I can't breathe.