Thank You For Your Honesty.

What's Your Name? Um... Think About It. You Don't Get To Pick Again. Tris.

May The Peace Of God Be With You," She Says, Her Voice Low, "even In The Midst Of Trouble." "why Would It?" I Say Softly, So No One Else Can Hear. "after All I've Done..." "it Isn't About You," She Says. "it Is A Gift. You Cannot Earn It, Or It Ceases To Be A Gift.

Nothing Else Is All Right.” His Whisper Tickles My Cheek. “but We Are.

I Don't Believe It Is More Important To Move Forward Than To Know The Truth.

That Execution Will Take Place Here." She Runs Her Fingertips Over The Table Beneath Her. "on This Table. I Thought It Would Be Interesting To Show You." "i Knew What Would Happen When I Came Here," I Say. "it's Just A Table. And I'd Like To Go Back To My Room Now.