I recognize the look in Tris' face; I know what she's thinking. Without a word, as I step onto the train next to her, I reach out and wrap an arm around her shoulder, pulling her in for a hug. Will was her friend, too, and I know Tris well enough to know much his death still weighs on her.

"You're the best instructor this city's ever seen," I assure her. "I'm sure the old ways of Dauntless would be proud."