I reach out and take his hand. His fingers slide between mine. I can't breathe.

Okay. Then...I can talk. Ask me something."
"Okay." He laughs shakily in my ear. "Why is your heart racing Tris?"
I cringe and say, "Well, I...I barely know you. I barely know you and I'm crammed up against you in a box, Four, what do you think?"...
"Maybe you were cut out for Candor," he says, "because you're a terrible liar.

É revelador da crueldade do destino que eu tenha de viajar com aqueles que odeio quando deixo para trás, já mortas, as pessoas que amo.

Cortesia é desilusão embrulhada em papel de embrulho.

One thing I know: For helping me forget how awful the world is, I prefer her to alcohol.

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.