Eric called Al's suicide brave, and he was wrong. My mother's death was brave. I remember how calm she was, how determined. It isn't just brave that she died for me; it is brave that she did it without announcing it, without hesitation, and without appearing to consider another option.

I want to be brave, and selfless, and smart, and kind, and honest.

I am no longer Tris, the selfless, or Tris, the brave. I suppose that now, I must become more than either.

Shh,” I say. “Arms around me.” Obediently, he slips both arms around my waist. I smile at the wall. I am not enjoying this. I am not, not even a little bit, no.

Maybe there's more we all could have done, but we just have to let the guilt remind us to do better next time.

You think giving you a hug would give away too much?" he says. "You know," I say. "I really don't care." I stand on my tiptoes and press my lips to his. It is the best moment of my life.

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