Divergent belongs to Veronica Roth.
Just a plotbunny snippet I had after reading it.
I set my jaw. I will be the child that stays; I have to do this for my parents. I have to.
And then my mother's words come back to me. I love you. No matter what. My father's. See you soon. Caleb's, We must also think of ourselves.
My mother, who will not let a transfer change her love for me. My father, who cannot understand. Caleb, now Erudite. And me.
All my life I have felt it. I have never belonged in Abnegation. I never will. I am no Candor, but I cannot lie to myself, not now, not when the rest of my life hangs in the balance. I am not Abnegation, not Candor, none of them.
I am too selfish, too fearful, too loyal, too judgmental, too deceptive.
Marcus offers me my knife. I look into his eyes—they are dark blue, a strange color—and take it. He nods, and I turn to the bowls. There they stand: stone, fire, water, earth, glass. Selfless, fearless, intelligent, compassionate, honest.
I raise the knife to my left hand, feeling the fine steel edge press against my palm. One cut, two drops, and this will be over.
Abnegate, dauntless, erudite, amicable, candid.
I am none of them. I am all of them.
I grip the knife more firmly—and then resolutely let it drop. It clangs loudly in the sudden shocked silence, sliding across the floor, coming to rest against the stand of the Candor bowl. I can feel everyone's eyes on me. Briefly I wonder if anyone has chosen this way before. Inaction instead of cheese or knife. Honor instead of submission. But it doesn't really matter.
I am nothing; I am everything. I am factionless; I am divergent.
But for the first time in my life, I am me.
And then she went off and pulled a Katniss Everdeen with the factionless and there was a revolution and the whole faction system got ditched for a better one that made sense.
