I don't really know how I can tell my story in a way in which people can relate; the true darkness underlying the structure of Chicago and the Faction systems echoes throughout the history lessons we received, but as far as I can tell, I've yet to come across any situation exactly like ours.

"Yes, we have," I say, my voice soft. I try to be grateful for that fact. I try not to dwell on the way she escaped back home. "And I hope I can build a new life for myself here, like Tris."

Not that I can ever make-up fully for the harm that I've done. But I can damn well try.