“So I gather,” Athos says grimly. He does not like to imagine anyone seeking to harm Tris, who has become like a sister, but more than that, he puzzles at the sheer absurdity of these factions. What purpose could they serve, except to weaken and divide? No man should be ruled by a single trait - certainly no soldier. “And did they expect you Dauntless to fight against these Divergent?” he asks, still trying to puzzle it all together.