My problem might be that even if I did go home, I wouldn’t belong there, among people who give without thinking and care without trying.

So now we all know," says Four, quietly, "that you are afraid of a short, skinny girl from Abnegation." His mouth curls into a smile.

Christina,'i say,'The factionless have all the guns.

You think giving you a hug would give away too much?" he says. "You know," I say. "I really don't care." I stand on my tiptoes and press my lips to his. It is the best moment of my life.

Guilt [is] a tool, rather than a weapon against the self.

He moves his thumb in a slow circle over the back of my hand. It is meant to comfort me, but it frustrates me instead. I need to talk to him. I need to look at him.

What's your name? Um... Think about it. You don't get to pick again. Tris.