All three combined is...a different kind of stupid formerly unheard of by humankind.

Faction before blood.

In the days that follow, it's movement, not stillness, that helps to keep the grief at bay.

Dauntless: being brave in the midst of fear.

It must be because you're so approachable", I say flatly. "You know, like a bed of nails." He stares at me, and I don't look away. He isn't a dog but the same rules apply. Looking away is submissive. Looking him in the eye is a challenge. It's my choice. Heat rushes into my cheeks. What will happen when this tension breaks? But he just says, "Careful, Tris.

I do trust you, is what I want to say. But it isn't true -- I didn't trust him to love me despite the terrible things I had done. I don't trust anyone to do that, but that isn't his problem; it's mine.

Hearing him talk about his mother, about his intact family, makes my chest hurt for a second, like someone pierced it with a needle.