I am selfish. I am brave.
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A brave man acknowledges the strength of others.
Veronica RothMots clés strength bravery recognition
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I do know who you are. I just needed to be reminded.
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I press into the distance between us until it is gone, crushing the secrets we have kept and the suspicions we have harbored -- for good, I hope.
Veronica RothWhy do people want to pretend that death is sleep? It isn't. It isn't.
Veronica RothYou think my first instinct is to protect you. Because you're small, or a girl, or a Stiff. But you're wrong."
He leans his face close to mine and wraps his fingers around my chin. His hand smells like metal. When was the last time he held a gun, or a knife? My skin tingles at the point of contact, like he's transmitting electricity through his skin.
"My first instinct is to push you until you break, just to see how hard I have to press." he says, his fingers squeezing at the word break. My body tenses at the edge in his voice, so I am coiled as tight as a spring, and I forget to breathe.
His dark eyes lifting to mine, he adds, "But I resist it."
"Why..." I swallow hard. "Why is that your first instinct?"
"Fear doesn't shut you down; it wakes you up. I've seen it. It's fascinating." He releases me but doesn't pull away, his hand grazing my jaw, my neck. "Sometimes I just want to see it again. Want to see you awake.
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Sometimes crying or laughing are the only options left, and laughing feels better right now.
Veronica RothMots clés laughter crying options
If Eric thinks I did something right, I must have done it wrong.
Veronica RothWho is he when he isn't Dauntless, isn't an instructor, isn't Four, isn't anything in particular?
Whoever he is, I like him. It's easier to admit that to myself now, in the dark, after all that just happened. He is not sweet or gentle or particularly kind. But he is smart and brave, and even though he saved me, he treated me like I was strong. That is all I need to know.
Or maybe we'll make a home somewhere inside ourselves, to carry with us wherever we go- which is the way I carry my mother now.
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