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

He doesn't move, he just stays there with his mouth pressed to my skin, and I stay there with my hands on his waist, for a long time.

I am not Abnegation. I am not Dauntless. I am Divergent. And I can't be controlled.

Abnegation and Dauntless are both broken, their members chattered. We are like the factionless now. I do not know what life will be like, separated from a faction-it feels disengaged, like a leaf divided from the tree that gives it sustenance. We are creatures of loss; we have left everything behind. I have no home, no path, and no certainty. I am no longer Tris, the selfless, or Tris, the brave. I suppose that now, I must become more than either.

Four leaving makes me nervous. Leaving us with Eric is like hiring a babysitter who spends his time sharpening knives.

I think we made a mistake, he says softly. We`ve all started to put down the virtues of the other factions in process of bolstering our own. I dont want to do that. I want to be brave, and selfless, and smart, and kind, and honest.

He told me once to be brave, and though I have stood still while knives spun toward my face and jumped off a roof, I never thought I would need bravery in the small moments of my life. I do.