We Can’t Survive Alone, But Even If

I Reach Out And Take His Hand. His Fingers Slide Between Mine. I Can't Breathe.

I Hold The Gun Out From My Body, My Arms Straight, Just As Four Taught Me, When That Was His Only Name. I Used A Gun Like This To Defend My Father And Brother From Simulation-bound Dauntless. I Used It To Stop Eric From Shooting Tobias In The Head. It Is Not Inherently Evil. It Is Just A Tool.

No. Because It's So Stupid No Dauntless With Any Sense Would Speak It, Let Alone Think It. Pansycake. What Are You, Twelve?" "and A Half," He Says.

Beatrice. We Should Think Of Our Family. But. But We Must Also Think Of Ourselves.

It Was Him Or Me. I Chose Me. But I Feel Dead Too.