I’m not abnegation, I’m not dauntless, I am Divergent
I am not Tobias Eaton, not anymore, never again. I am Dauntless.
I existed on my own terms. I was different my entire life. Some called me divergent, wild, crazy, unpredictable and unconformed—an apostate to the rules of the majority. I called myself God’s creation and found purpose in the madness. When that day came, I didn’t allow other people to dictate how I should feel or...
But I know that for every good thing that comes along, there is always a cost.
Now it seems like no matter what I decide, I’ll be betraying someone.
Don’t hide yourself. Stand up, keep your head high and show them what you got!
I regret…” Tobias tilts his head, and sighs. “I regret my choice.””What Choice?””Dauntless,” he says. “I was born Abnegation. I was planning on leaving Dauntless, and becoming factionless. But I met her, and… I felt like maybe I could make something more of my decision.”Her.
A chasm reminds us that there is a fine line between bravery and idiocy.
But then I stopped allowing myself to dream, because it was more painful to long for things and never get them than to deal with whatever was in front of me. […] I’m too old to hear confront nonsense anymore. Too old to believe that everything will be alright.
I have a scar-a faint gouge in my knee from when I fell down on the sidewalk as a child. It’s always seemed stupid to me that none of the pain I’ve experienced has left a visible mark; sometimes, without a way to prove it to myself. I began to doubt that I had lied...
Intentions are the only thing they care about. They try to make you think they care about what you do, but they don’t. They don’t want you to act a certain way, they want you to think a certain way. So you’re easy to understand. So you wont pose a threat to them.