You chose us. Now we have to choose you.

If you are really one of us, it won't matter to you that you might fail. And if it does, you are a coward.

Any idiot can stand in front of a target. It doesn't prove anything except that you're bullying him. Which, as I recall, is a sign of cowardice.

Becoming fearless isn't the point. That's impossible. It's learning how to control your fear, and how to be free from it.

What is wrong with you?' I shake my head. 'Pull it together.'
And that's what it feels like: pulling the different parts of me up and in like a shoelace. I feel suffocated, but at least I feel strong.

What's your name?
Um...
Think about it. You don't get to pick again.
Tris.