My body rises with the water. Instead of kicking my feet to stay abreast of it, I push all the air from my lungs and sink to the bottom. The water muffles my ears. I feel its movement over my face. I think about snorting the water into my lungs so it kills me faster, but I can't bring myself to do it. I blow bubbles from my mouth. Relax. I close my eyes. My lungs burn.

I have a theory that selflessness and bravery aren't all that different.

It must require bravery to be honest all the time.

I am no longer Tris, the selfless, or Tris, the brave. I suppose that now, I must become more than either.

Human beings as a whole cannot be good for long before the bad creeps back in and poisons us again.

You are holding a loaded gun, you idiot. Act like it.