The Traitor

Maybe you were cut out for Candor, Four, because you're a terrible liar.

Panic and terror aren't the only kinds of fear. There are deeper kinds, more terrible kinds. Apprehension and heavy, heavy dread.

When she’s close enough, she extends her hand. “Hello, my name is Natalie. I’m Beatrice’s mother.” Beatrice. That name is so wrong for her.

She's right, she hardly knows me. But still: Her heart is racing.

It's over," I say, wincing- she punches harder than she realizes. I ignore the pain and run a hand over her hair, because I'm stupid, and inappropriate, and stupid...

I am not a perfect Dauntless member; I am someone who believes that more than one virtue should be prized; I am Divergent.

Fear doesn't shut you down, (...) it wakes you up. I've seen it. It's fascinating.

I thought that when I spilled one secret, the rest would come tumbling after, but openness is a habit you form over time, and not a switch you flip whenever you want to, I'm finding,

I thought that when I spilled one secret, the rest would come tumbling after, but opened is a habit you form over time, and not a switch you flip whenever you want to, I'm finding.