I Glance At Tris. She Grins At

She'll Have To Get Over It, Then. Are You Going To Let Her Drop Out Of Dauntless For A Stupid Reason Like Not Being Able To Walk?" Zeke Is Quiet For A Few Seconds. His Eyes Shift Over My Face, And He Squints, As If Weighing And Measuring Me. Then He Turns And Bends And Wraps His Arms Around Me. It's Been So Long Since Someone Hugged Me That I Stiffen. Then I Relax, And Let The Gesture Force Warmth Over My Body.

Someone Shouts, "enough!" And I Think Too Much And Nothing At All.

Are You Asking Me To Undress, Tris?' A Nervous Laugh Gurgles From My Throat. 'only ... Partially

I Want People To Come Away From My Book With Questions. Questions About Virtue And Goodness. Not Answers.

Guilt [is] A Tool, Rather Than A Weapon Against The Self.