Caleb stands with blood pooling in his palm. He hesitates, staring from bowl to bowl. For the first time since my aptitude test I notice that Caleb is not certain about his faction choice as I thought before. But his decision is still as expected.
Abnegation.
My name is called. I wipe my sweaty hand on the clothes I am wearing and step forward. I take the knife from Marcus' hand.
Now, I have to choose between being the traitor, the one who left and broke up her family or to keep it intact and returning to my parents and brother.
Being free, the person I want to be or being forced to be helpful, to fade into the background, to be silent and unseen.
Abnegation or Dauntless.
Selflessness or bravery.
Family or happiness.
A stray thought pushes its way in. I should not have to choose.
Caleb had to choose too. He had uncertainty too. He was selfless enough to give up whatever faction it was. I should be too.
My decision is made. My blood will pour over those stones.
But as it pours, I think if Caleb, my selfless brother, had doubts I should be totally unfit to be Abnegation. I push the thought away. I cannot regret now. My decision is made and from now on my only choice is Abnegation or the factionless slums.
I still harbor doubts. I look to my mother for comfort and reassurance that my decision is the right one but she has disappointment in her eyes. I remember her words before the ceremony began. Perhaps she did want me to transfer. This inference revives my doubts and causes my head to spin. Or is it because I think I made the biggest mistake I can ever make?
