I feel myself acting like a lunatic, but I can't stop. It would be like refusing to breathe.

A lot can happen to a person's appearance in three months.

Since I was young, I have always known this: Life damages us, every one. We can’t escape that damage. But now, I am also learning this: We can be mended. We mend each other.

Scrubbing the floor when no one else wanted to was something that my mother would have done. If I can't be with her, the least I can do is act like her sometimes.

That's what love does. When it's right, it makes you more than you were, more than you thought you could be.

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

He pulls me over the railing and against his chest, gathering me into his arms, easing an arm under my knees. I press my face into his shoulder, and there is a sudden, hollow silence.