I don't know how to tell her her own fate. I don't know that I even have the right to, after hearing about how much happiness she's found for herself in this city. And I hate keeping things from her. I'm Candor, originally. I'm not doing anyone any favors with keeping the truth hidden. Somewhere, back in Chicago, my mother would be ashamed of me.

I'm ashamed of me. But I'm also terrified to tell the truth, and I don't know how to reconcile my fear and my shame.

"Well, I guess you being lovestruck does come with its perks," I tease, clinging to familiar banter like a lifeline.

"Yes," I say, not elaborating beyond that. I hadn't even seen her body, before I wound up here; I'd only heard the news. "And damn, you really are filling out!" I take in the sight of her longer hair; her more solid frame. She stands strong before me. A different girl, and yet still entirely Tris Prior.

"Four came here from an even earlier time?" I ask, wincing at the thought. So this city has both a Tris and a Four, neither of whom are aware of the future. Great.

"Yeah, but at what cost?" I ask, before I can help myself. The recent revelations about the Bureau of Genetic Welfare and their involvement with the Faction system lingers in my mind.

"A pet?" I ask, quirking an eyebrow. "What kind of pet, exactly?"