Peter: Where are you two going?
Tris: Why aren't you with your attack group eating dinner?
Peter: I don't have one. I'm injured.
Christina: Yeah right, you are!
Peter: Well, I don't want to go to battle with a bunch of factionless. So I'm going to stay here.
Christina: Like a coward. Let everyone else clean up the mess for you.
Peter: Yep! Have fun dying.
Autore: Veronica Roth