I am surprised by how much better these initiates are than the last batch I trained. Only one missed the jump to the train and all of them seem to be picking stuff up quickly. Especially Tris. "You have a job to do. Stop thinking about her," I say to myself. And then she walks in. She doesn't look afraid like the others, she looks determined. She's talking to another girl with black hair that's a Candor, by the looks of it.

"Initiates," I say to get their attention. All eyes turn towards me. Her eyes are so beautiful. "Stop it!" I say to myself again. "I am Four, and I will be the one doing most of the training with you," I say. "I would like to get to know all of your names so I know who to call out when they do something, whether it be good or bad."

"What, you mean four, like the number?" a girl asks.

"Yes, what's your name?" I reply.

"Christina," she says. Christina, just like in the simulation.

"Why did you think you could talk to me like that? Would you like to become factionless right now?" I ask sternly. Christina quiets.

Initiates start rattling off their names. Another sense of deja vu. There is a boy named Will with blue eyes, Uriah, and Al. Tris is standing next to Christina. "Will and Uriah die. Al does too, but he deserves it. Tris dies too," I think to myself. "I have to do something to save them."

We start off with a tour of Dauntless. Afterwards, we give them some time to settle in. We analyze what they are capable of, and Tris is the weakest one out of the group, but she never gives up.

We start off the day with shooting. "You should've hit the target, at least once, even by accident by now," ills says to her. Typical Erudite. Their knowledge is very annoying sometimes. Tris is close to the target, but still misses.

"Eyes on your own target," I say to Will.

The next training exercise is knife throwing, which Tris excels at. "Nice grouping," Christina says. Tris's knives are all in the center of the target, nice for someone who can't shoot.

"These knives are too slippery," Al says. His grouping is all over the place.

"You complain too much. If they're too slippery for you, then would they be too slippery for Four?" Eric asks, motioning me forward. "Get in front of the target."

Al slowly gets in front of the target. "Wait, I'll do it," Tris says. She takes Al's spot.

"If you flinch, you're out Stiff. Four, make it close," Eric says and I pick up four knives. I look Tris right in the eye and she doesn't look scared at all. I thrown the first one to her right side and she breathes a sigh of relief. The next one goes to her left side. "Give her a little off the top," Eric says. I throw it again, right above her head. I look right at her again and aim for her left ear. It cuts her barely, but she doesn't flinch. "Points for bravery, Stiff," Eric says and everyone leaves. Tris walks next to me.

"You cut me," she says angrily.

"I meant to," I say, putting the knives back.

"You meant to?"

"You think Eric would've let you off without a scratch? You'd still be standing there if I hadn't hit you," I say, sticking to what I said in the simulation.

"So am I supposed to thank you?" she asks.

"You're supposed to be smart. If I wanted to hurt you, I would have," I say and walk away. I can't say that it didn't hurt.

The next day is fighting. Tris is paired with Mollie for the first fight, who takes her down in a heartbeat. Tris comes away with a black eye, but doesn't flinch when Eric pairs her with Peter minutes later. She fights harder this time, but Peter punches her squarely across the jaw and she goes down again. I am forced to walk away.