I Am His, And He

It's Strange How Time Can Make A Place Shrink, Make Its Strangeness Ordinary.

Please. They're Like The Cult Of Four.

I Hold The Gun Out From My Body, My Arms Straight, Just As Four Taught Me, When That Was His Only Name. I Used A Gun Like This To Defend My Father And Brother From Simulation-bound Dauntless. I Used It To Stop Eric From Shooting Tobias In The Head. It Is Not Inherently Evil. It Is Just A Tool.

You Are Far Less Likely To Soil Your Pants And Cry For Your Mother If You’re Prepared To Defend Yourself.

The Official Strategy Is Defensive Pessimism, Always.