I look out the window again, taking slow, deep breaths into a body too tense to move. And as I stare out at the land, I think that this, if nothing else, is compelling evidence for my parents’ God, that our world is so massive that it is completely out of our control, that we cannot possibly be as large as we feel. -Tris Prior

She tries to turn too soon, and the ladder smacks into Fernando's shoulder. "Oh! Sorry, Nando." The jolt knocks his glasses askew. He smiles at Christina and takes the glasses off, shoving them into his pocket. "Nando?" I say to him. "I thought the Erudite didn't like nicknames?" "When a pretty girl calls you by a nickname," he says, "it is only logical to respond to it.

I'll say it one last time: Be brave.

What do I believe? I do not know; I do not know; I do not know.

It's then that I realize: Of course Tris would go into the Weapons Lab instead of Caleb. Of course she would.

The battle we are fighting is not against a particular group. It is against human nature - or at least what it has become.

I didn't realize until that moment that Dauntless initiation had taught me an important lesson: how to keep going.