I Try To Leave Some Space In

I Decide To Do What I Always Do When I'm Not Sure What's Going On: I Act Like Everyone Else.

You Nearly Died Today,' He Says. 'i Almost Shot You. Why Didn't You Shoot Me, Tris?' 'i Couldn't Do That,' I Say. 'it Would Have Been Like Shooting Myself.' He Looks Pained And Leans Closer To Me, So His Lips Brush Mine When He Speaks.

I Need The Protection Of Seeming Weak.

Psyche You Out?" I Repeat. "i'm Your Friend. I Wouldn't Do That." He Doesn't Say Anything. I Can Tell He Doesn't Believe Me-not Quite.

In Our Factions, We Find Meaning, We Find Purpose, We Find Life.