Tris.” I Keep Staring. “tris.” I Finally

And Is It Selfish Of Me To Crave Victory, Or Is It Brave?

I Wake Wondering How I Did Not Notice, Every Day I Sat Across From Her At The Breakfast Table, That She Was Full To Bursting With Dauntless Energy. Was It Because She Hid It Well? Or Was It Because I Wasn't Looking?

When Her Body First Hit The Net, All I Registered Was A Gray Blur. I Pulled Her Across It And Her Hand Was Small, But Warm, And Then She Stood Before Me, Short And Thin And Plain And In All Ways Unremarkable- Except That She Had Jumped First. The Stiff Had Jumped First. Even I Didn't Jump First. Her Eyes Were So Stern, So Insistent. Beautiful.

So You're Her Brother? Says Linn. I Guess We Know Who Got The Good Genes.

Being Selfless Is Not That Different From Being Brave. It Is When You Are Selfless That You Are The Bravest.