And I'm The Kind Of

Few People Who Are Born Into Abnegation Choose To Leave It. When They Do, We Remember.

Before I Chose Dauntless...i Felt Assured Of My Long Lifespan, If Nothing Else. Now There Are No Reassurances Except That Where I Go, I Go Because I Choose To.

I Can’t Answer Either Question. But The Look She Gives Me Reminds Me Of The Look In The Attack Dog’s Eyes In The Aptitude Test – A Vicious, Predatory Stare. She Wants To Rip Me To Pieces. I Can’t Lie Down In Submission Now. I Have Become An Attack Dog Too.

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

Who Cares About Pretty? I'm Going For Noticeable.