in·tran·si·gent

adj. Refusing to moderate a position, especially an extreme position; uncompromising.

I can't shake the feeling of raw newness, of having to re-learn everything again, because everything I know, or thought I knew, is wrong.

Even now, an hour after we first learned about Amanda Ritter and the state of the world outside the fence, I am lost in my own thoughts. I made no protest as I was placed in this blank white cell to await my trial, my punishment for my attempts to thwart the combined mass of Dauntless and Factionless that were attempting to destroy all of Erudite's information.

Luckily, Tobias forced my brother to retrieve Amanda's presentation, and here we are.

It is chaos, for the moment, as everyone argues over what we should and should not do, whether we should go out or stay in, whether we should keep the factions or disband them.

So I sit in this little room, blank as a new sheet of paper, and try to sleep.

I don't know how long it has been when Tobias shakes my shoulder to wake me, but judging from the cramps in my neck and back, it has been at least three hours.

"What now?" I ask him. "Any news?"

"It took some convincing," he replies, leaning against the wall, "but you're not a dirty traitor anymore. You're free to go."

"Thanks." I stand up, rub the stiffness from my muscles, and give him a light kiss. He wraps his arms around me and holds me tightly, to make up for all the secrets and lies that we have been hiding, the things that nearly destroyed the ' us '.

"So what do we do?" I ask when we finally break apart.

"Nothing's final yet," he says, lacing his fingers with mine, " but the current thought is to take a few months for preparation- gathering supplies, training everyone to fight, and so on- and then leave the city. If that happens, it means that I'll be teaching everyone else to protect themselves. You, too, if you want."

I smile up at him. "You know, Four," I say, "I think I'd like that."

He kisses my forehead gently. " Alright then, Six. Let's head back to the Dauntless compound. Christina and Uriah and everyone else who wasn't involved in the discussion are there already."

"Including the other factions?" I wonder aloud, imagining a bunch of Candor and Amity running through the hallways, falling off the Pit paths, asking nosy questions, and generally causing mayhem. I laugh at the thought.

"No. Everyone goes to their sector of the city until further notice."

As we walk out the door and down the hallway, I think of one last question. "What about Caleb?"

Tobias looks at me with beautiful dark blue eyes, a look full of sadness. "His trial is tomorrow. He was helping Jeanine, and I'm not sure that he'll be found innocent."

I nod a bit too vigorously, struggling to keep my expression neutral. "Alright then. Shall we go?"

He checks his watch. "The next train should be here in about eight minutes or so."

Without warning, he scoops me up and starts to carry me towards the stairs.

"Hey! Put me down!" I say, pushing at his chest, giggling.

"Make me," he replies without missing a beat.

I roll my eyes and stick my tongue out at him, and he chuckles quietly. "I have a surprise for you, when we get back to the Pit," he informs me.

"Does it have anything to do with putting me down?"

"It might."

I lean back against him, secretly enjoying the strength of the arms that carry me and the suggestion in this strange eyes.

I never, ever want this to end.

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