‘When he touches me, I feel like everywhere his skin meets mine is charged by the connection. It sends a thrill through my stomach. Not just fear. Something else, too.
A wanting.’ 
- Divergent, Chapter 31


His fingers brush my neck, My body tenses. A tender gesture? No (YASSS) - he has to move my hair to the side. […] He turns my arm over and eases the tip of the needle intro the tender skin on the side of my neck. A deep ache spreads through my troat. I wince and try to focus on his calm face.


“Every faction conditions its members to think and act a certain way. And most people do it. For most people, it’s not hard to learn, to find a pattern of thought that works and stay that way. But our minds move in a dozen different directions. We can’t be confined to one way of thinking, and that terrifies our leaders. It means we can’t be controlled. And it means that no matter what they do, we will always cause trouble for them.”