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.
VERONICA ROTHThere are so many ways to be brave in this world.
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I can’t answer either question. But the look she gives me reminds me of the look in the attack dog’s eyes in the aptitude test – a vicious, predatory stare. She wants to rip me to pieces. I can’t lie down in submission now. I have become an attack dog too.
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In order to have peace, we must first have trust.
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He stares at me, and I don’t look away. He isn’t a dog, but the same rules apply. Looking away is submissive.
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I didn’t know that idiocy caused people to just start spontaneously bleeding from the nose.
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You won,” Four mutters. “Stop.” I wipe the sweat from my forehead. He stares at me. His eyes are too wide; they look alarmed.
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Tris.” I keep staring. “Tris.” I finally look at him. “I just don’t want to lose you.
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I know exactly how we fit together, his arm around my waist, my hands on his chest, the pressure of his lips on mine. We have each other memorized.
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It reminds me why I chose Dauntless in the first place: not because they are perfect, but because they are alive. Because they are free.
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I keep finding myself stifled by the company of others and then crippled by loneliness when I leave them.
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Then I realize what it is. It’s him. Something about him makes me feel like I am about to fall. Or turn to liquid. Or burst into flames.
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I also don’t believe that whatever comes after life depends on my correctly reciting a list of my transgressions…I don’t believe that what comes after depends on anything I do at all.
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At home I used to spend calm, pleasant nights with my family.
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Ingenuity requires creativity.
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Grief is not as heavy as guilt, but it takes more away from you.
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It reminds me that no embrace will ever feel the same again, because no one will ever be like her again, because she’s gone. She’s gone, and crying feels so useless, so stupid, but it’s all I can do.
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