I don't see any elderly people in the crowd. Are there any old Dauntless? Do they not last that long, or are they just sent away when they can't jump off moving trains anymore?

Pride blinds people to the truth of what they are.

I'm surprised you know that," I say quietly, " since you left halfway through my one and only fight." "It wasn't something I wanted to watch." he says. What's that supposed to mean?

I settle into their pace. The uniform pounding of feet in my ears and the homogeneity of the people around me makes me believe that I could choose this. I could be subsumed into Abnegation’s hive mind, projecting always outward.

All that land is filled with people, every one of them different, and the things they do to each other matter.

Everyone has to blame something for the way the world is.

Trust me when I tell you, Eaton boy, that resisting is worth doing.