We Share A Common Enemy, But Does

My First Instinct Is To Push You Until You Break Just To See How Hard I Have To Press.

In Order To Have Peace, We Must First Have Trust.

I Glance At Tris. She Grins At Me, Then Leans In To Whisper Something To Christina. "are You Here To Help Or What, Stiff?" I Say.

That Our World Is So Massive That It Is Completely Out Of Our Control, That We Cannot Possibly Be As Large As We Feel.

Part Of Me Wonders If This Is A Suicide Mission Disguised As A Game.