I Need The Protection Of Seeming Weak.

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.

But There's So Much That Was A Lie, It's Hard To Figure Out What Was True, What Was Real, What Matters.

It's Not Sacrifice If It's Someone Else's Life You're Giving Away, It's Just Evil.

I Frown At Him. How Does He Know All This Information? And Why, After Two Years Of Avoiding Becoming A Dauntless Leader At All Costs, Is He Suddenly Acting Like One?

I'll Have To Keep Looking For More Of Them, More Brief Moments Of Freedom In A World That Refuses To Allow It.