The Truth Is... You Are Hurting Me.

I Love You." He Frowns. "say It Again." "tobias," I Say. "i Love You.

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.

He Looks Like A Man Who Has Spent Most Of His Life Frowning.

Sometimes I Forget That I Can Hurt You. That You Are Capable Of Being Hurt

My Tris Should Look Pale And Small--she Is Pale And Small, After All--but Instead The Room Is Full Of Her.