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

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.

Fine," he says. "Then I love you.

I am afraid of her, afraid of what she says-and thrilled by it too, because it means I don't have to accept that I am smaller than I once believed.

It seems like the rebellions never stop, in the city, in the compound, anywhere. There are just breaths between them, and foolishly, we call those breaths “peace".

I glance at Tris. She grins at me, then leans in to whisper something to Christina. "Are you here to help or what, Stiff?" I say.

"I'll be your family now," he says.