"Well, that's a charming price tag," I can't help but comment, shaking my head. Sure, it's nice that the city provides for the citizens it apparently kidnaps, but recent experience has taught me well enough that, no matter how beautiful you render its exterior, a prison remains a prison.

"You're eighteen?" My eyes widen. Back home, Tris doesn't live that long. And yet, here I find my best friend surpassing her own expiration date.

"Well," I say, crossing my arms over my chest and glancing at her skeptically. "If you say so."

"A rabbit?" I snort. "Have you gotten into the peace serum again?"