Disclaimer: I do not own Les Miserables or Divergent.

Take an eye for an eye,
Turn your heart into stone!
This is all I have lived for,
This is all I have known.

The syringe feels heavy in my hands as I prepare it for Tris. Here I am, getting ready to turn my back on yet another faction. You'd think they would have learned their lesson the first couple of times, yet here they are, letting me do whatever I want in Erudite headquarters as long as I keep the Stiff under control. She isn't making it very difficult, either.

So here I am, while she's asleep, and the rest of Erudite is studying or sleeping, getting ready to save her stupid, selfless ass. How did it come to this? How can I go from butter knives and chasm-dangling to putting /everything/ on the line for this girl who up until recently had been the bane of my existence?

Well, she's still the bane of my existence. It's just for a new reason now.

The answer is black and white, the colors of my home faction. I'm dishonest, and many would consider me an awful person, but I did pick up some useful things from Candor.

Some things are fragile, like the truth, and so extreme measures must be taken to ensure that it is kept crystal clear. Black and white. Well, the truth isn't the only thing that can apply to.

My position in society is a fragile thing. So, when it is threatened, I take extreme measures to protect it. I lie, I make threats, I hurt people, and I feel no remorse. There's an order to things in my life.

Our entire faction system is actually based on this principle. Black and white, red and yellow, blue, black, gray. That's why we can't have Divergents. Lines are clearly defined, and anyone who oversteps those boundaries must be corrected. I understand that.

But, ultimately, my main priority is me. I was perfectly content to assist Erudite in making things neat and orderly, but then Tris went and made a mess of things. Made a mess of me.

I was used to being attacked. I wasn't very well-liked by many people except for my stupid friends, Molly and Drew. They were hardly friends, anyway; just a few idiots with no idea where to go. So I told them what to do.

However, I was /not/ used to being helped. So when we were in Amity, and Tris pushed me out of the way of a bullet and saved my life, it kind of threw me for a loop.

I pick a fight with some kid from another faction. He takes the bait, so I'm going to blame him when I'm asked about it, and I will be believed.

Edward ranked first after beating my ass during the first stage of initiation. I made sure he left Dauntless forever.

Stiff ranks first during the second stage of initiation. I try to remedy the problem.

But what happens when someone saves my life? It's a stupid question, really. I knew that I owed her then, and it still haunts me. It will only cease when I've helped her, and then we can go back to the order of things. I'm selfish, which is natural, and remorseless, and I won't hesitate at the next chance to kill her if she causes me any trouble at all.

But now, I have my opportunity to get even, and I will grab it with both hands. I look at my work surrounding me. Everything for the supposed execution is set up, and I smirk to myself, unable to deny how proud I am. I definitely could have made it as an Erudite.

I'm cold, calculating, and intelligent naturally. That would bode well here. My Candor background makes me black and white, unmovable in my mindset, and ready to defend my motives till my death.

I feel no remorse.