Looking at Tris, as much as I can't help but think of her in the Chicago I've left behind, it's hard not to feel assured with her next to me. She's alive, and she's here. I can deal with whatever crap this city throws at me, as long as I know Tris is here with me too.

"Tris, you are a real fighter," I point out. "I'm pretty sure you'll kick my ass, actually. And don't ask me to repeat that because that's the only time I'm going to say it."

But I'm smiling, and I can feel it stretch my whole face.