I Don't Believe It Is

I'm Divergent. And I Can't Be Controlled.

With Four? Doing A Little... Addition? Multiplication?

I Was Angry With Him Before. I’m Not Really Sure Why. Maybe I Was Just Angry That The World Had Become Such A Complicated Place, That I Have Never Known Even A Fraction Of The Truth About It. Or That I Allowed Myself To Grieve For Someone Who Was Never Really Gone, The Same Way I Grieved For My Mother All The Years I Thought She Was Dead. Tricking Someone Into Grief Is One Of The Cruelest Tricks A Person Can Play, And It’s Been Played On Me Twice.

We Are Not The Same. But We Are, Somehow, One.

Faction Before Blood.