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They call it Divergent. You can’t let them find out about you, they’re always watching.
I push his shirt up. A moment ago I was cold, but I don’t think either of us is cold now. His arm wraps around my waist, strong and certain, and his free hand tangles in my hair and I slow down, drinking it in—the smoothness of his skin, marked up and down with black ink, and the insistence of the kiss, and the cool air wrapped around us both.
“I feel like someone breathed new air into my lungs. I am not Abnegation. I am not Dauntless. I am Divergent.”
“She taught me all about real sacrifice. That it should be done from love… That it should be done from necessity, not without exhausting all other options. That it should be done for people who need your strength because they don’t have enough of their own.”
I am no longer Tris, the selfless, or Tris, the brave. I suppose that now, I must become more than either.
Dauntless» Fearless, undaunted, and brave. Courageously resolute, especially in the face of danger or difficulty; not discouraged.
