"They are totally your own. What's the word? Harem? Harem of hot guys," I say, snorting as I roll my eyes with obvious fondness. Tris would accidentally make friends with all of the attractive people without realizing it.

"Hell of an accident," I continue to tease, unable to help it. Honestly, more than anything, I just really love being able to stand here, laughing with my best friend. She's flesh and blood beside me, not laying cold and motionless on a slab of metal.