No Factions? A World In Which No

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

I Wish I Could Say I Felt Guilty For What I Did. I Don't.

"what Did You Do?" I Scream. "you Die, I Die Too."

It Would Be Nice If Life Worked This Way, Stripping The Dirt From Our Lives And Sending Us Back Out Into The World Clean. But Some Dirt Is Destined To Lingered.

What's Worse: To Be Idle While Someone Dies, Or To Be Exiled And Empty-handed?