Tris' POV
Tori wasn't happy to see me, I knew that, but why did she have to make it so obvious?! She glared at me steadily as I walked into her office/tattoo shop. Tobias squeezed my hand tighter as if to remind me that he's here. Guilt gnawed at me as I saw her limp towards us, her hand clenched tightly beside her. "Why'd you bring the stiff here?" the word 'stiff' had long ago lost its effect on me; but hearing her say it hurt. "You know she's a part of it, Tori. It's not just her surname, she's known in other factions more than us." I couldn't find words to back myself up. Tori was the one I turned to when I found out I was Divergent, now, to see that same person trying to get at me, broke my defences. "Whatever, but just remember that she betrayed you too." "I betrayed no one! Finding out the truth isn't called betraying, I just wasn't blinded with the boundaries of factions!" I was surprised my voice didn't break, rage filled me and my vision turned red. I hated her for trying not to understand, but am I understanding her? I did nearly stop her from killing the person who had created everyone's grief, and she hadn't overheard Marcus. I realised I had no right to hate her. I breathed and looked at her, rage cleared from my eyes. "Sorry if I did something that had appeared to you as traitorous, but I had overheard Marcus talking about this conspiracy vaguely and I wanted to find out what it was." I looked at her, hoping she would realise that I didn't want to hurt her, or anyone.