We stand facing the great drop of the canyon. I start forward praying to god that all my training in the dauntless sector was still in my altering and senseless head. Hearing the muffled sound of Tobias's call I halt "wait…"– Tobias hates the heights; he always has. It was part of his fear landscape I remember when I ventured through it with him, side by side. He obsessed about it almost as much as he does about Marcus. I turn to him; his eyes are flooded with fear and dread. Having to see him like this makes me shudder unknowingly. I press my lips against his - normally they are warm and soothing, my remedy to stress and my distraction from the real world. Now they are deathly cold. I pull back. I feel his deep breaths against my fore-head. Looking up, I stare sincerely into his mysterious eyes, searching thoroughly for a way to calm his tense face. Once his eyes fix firmly to mine I mumble under the sound of the winters wind "Be brave."