She mentions Will, and while hearing his name still hurts, I've long since made my peace with the reality of his death and that Tris was the one to shoot him. All I can do now is live with the burst of pain that always comes with hearing his name. "You would have been the best Dauntless instructor," I tell her, managing a small smile. "And I'm sure your students here must realize how lucky they are."

I shake my head as the train rolls to a stop.

"Seriously. How do people live without nearly falling to their deaths trying to catch the train?"