I think you're still the only person sharp enough to sharpen someone like me.

Why is your heart racing Tris?

I love you" I say.
"I love you, too" he says. "I'll see you soon.

Your daughter is doing well here. I've been overseeing her training."
Since when does "overseeing" include throwing knives at me and scolding me at every opportunity?

For a few minutes we kiss, deep in the chasm, with the roar of water all around us. And we rise, hand in hand, I realize that if we had both chosen differently, we might have ended up doing the same thing, in a safer place, in gray clothes instead of black ones.

Aren’t you going to ask me if I’m all right?” I say.
“No, I’m pretty sure you’re not all right.”
He shakes his head. “I’m going to ask you not to make any decisions until we’ve talked
about it.