I should probably be afraid. But instead a hysterical laugh bubbles inside me, because I just remembered something: Maybe I can’t hold a gun. But I have a knife in my back pocket.
Soon I will honor my parents by dying as they died. and if all they believed about death was true, soon I will join them in whatever comes next.
I came here so that no one else would die. I came here to protect as many people as I could. And I care more about Tobias’s safety than anyone else’s. So why am I here, if he’s here? What’s the point?
I do like to hit people-I like the explosion of power and energy, and the feeling that I am untouchable because I can hurt people. But I hate that part of myself, because it is the part of me that is the most broken.
I am wearing a gray shirt, blue jeans, black shoes – new clothes, but beneath them, my Dauntless tattoos. It is impossible to erase my choices. Especially these.
I am proud. It will get me into trouble someday, but today it makes me brave.
That our world is so massive that it is completely out of our control, that we cannot possibly be as large as we feel.
I have discovered that sitting still leaves little spaces for the grief to get in, so I stay busy.
I will be my undoing If I become my obsession.
If they told us what to believe, and we didn’t come to it on our own, is it still true?
I don’t need to relive my fears anymore. All I need to do now is try to overcome them.
Peter leans forward and looks into my eyes. “The serum will go into effect in one minute,” he says. “Be brave, Tris.” My heart begins to race. Why would Peter tell me to be brave? Why would he offer any kind words at all?
Or maybe we’ll make a home somewhere inside ourselves, to carry with us wherever we go- which is the way I carry my mother now.
People are supossed to aspire to become their fathers, not shudder at the thought.
Life’s something we already understand. Death is a mystery.
Stiff. That’s why you’re strong, get it? – Tobias Eaton.
The person you became with her is worth being.
My first instinct is to push you until you break just to see how hard I have to press.
I belong to the people I love, and they belong to me – they, and the love and loyaty I give them, form my identity far more than any word or group ever could.
And I provide much- needed eye candy.