I'm going to stop a revolution,'' I say. I turn right, and Peter follows me.

But now, I am also learning this: we can be mended. We mend each other.

Can I be forgiven for all I've done to get here? I want to be. I can. I believe it.

Why would the factionless have a high Divergent population?" It sounds like she's smirking. "Obviously those who can't confine themselves to a particular way of thinking would be most likely to leave a faction or fail its initiation, right?

They all laugh. We all laugh. And it occurs to me that I might be meeting Tobias's true faction. They are not characterized by a particular virtue. They claim all colors, all activities, all virtues, and all flaws as their own.

I feel like myself, strong and weak at once - allowed, at least for a little while, to be both.

What good is a prepared body if you have a scattered mind?