A/N: I'm not sure what this is.
"You're factionless."
The two words seemed to spin around Vera Ushakov's head without ever entering, and for the longest time she simply stared at her blue-clad assistant. She felt her hands clutch around the arms of her chair, and dimly registered that she was shaking.
"You're lying," the words left her lips numbly, without her consent.
The assistant closed her eyes and took a long breath out. "The results looked as if you'd come out Erudite, but there's…there's something not right about it, at the same time. The analysis says you're divided — you're trying to find the truth and the fact all at once and you try to make them match, but you don't have the capacity on your own to reach any conclusions."
Vera tried to inhale, but the air got caught on the lump in her throat. "It sounds an awful lot like Divergent."
"It's not." The woman met her eyes, brown on black. "Fortunately, it's nothing like Divergent. Instead of meeting the requirements of several or all factions, you fail to meet the requirements of any of them. Not humble enough for Abnegation, too logical for Dauntless, not peaceful enough for Amity and you're lying to yourself right now — not Candor, no. The closest you came to success was Erudite, but you're too distracted to think. You'll have to work on that if you're going to survive."
The words were empty. Soulless. Just blatant, stark truth. Vera had grown up with the hard truth and yet, today, she couldn't believe it.
She wouldn't.
Without a word she stood up and walked out the door.