His shrug is answer enough, and I decide not to press it further. Sometimes, I can be considerate. When the mood strikes. Which, admittedly, is not often. But he is a friend of Tris, and he shared his alcohol with me.

"I grew up in Candor," I tell him. "But yes, I transferred into Dauntless with Tris. That's how we met, actually. Just as we were about to jump off the train."

I can't help but smile, thinking of that memory now. Even, given the recent things I've seen in Chicago, if the memory makes me sad at the same time.