I feel a thread tugging me again, but this time I know that it isn’t some sinister force dragging me toward death.
This time I know it’s my mother's hand, drawing me into her arms.
And I go gladly into her embrace.
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He is a part of me, always will be, and I am a part of him, too. I don't belong to Abnegation, or Dauntless, or even the Divergent. I don't belong to the Bureau or the experiment or the firnge. I belong to the people I love, and they belong to me- they, and the love and loyalty I give them, form my identity far more than any word or group ever could. I love my brother. I love him, and he is quaking with terror at the though of death. I love him and all I can think, all I can hear in my mind, are the words I said to him a few days ago : I would never deliver you to your own execution
Veronica RothTags: tris-prior
If I don't survive," I say, "tell Tobias I didn't want to leave him.
Veronica RothTags: tris-prior
I choose him over and over again, and he chooses me.
Veronica RothTags: tris-prior
How have I never realized before that for all the strong, kind parts of him, there are also hurting, broken parts?
Veronica RothTags: four tris-prior tobias-eaton fourtris
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