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~Jez

I gape at the sheer amount of food laid out before me on the long wooden table. Uriah laughs at my expression and grabs my hand to lead me to my seat.

I stare at him, shock flitting across my face, and he drops my hand immediately. "Um, sorry." He says uncertainly, and I feel foolish. It was just a friendly gesture, nothing more. I smile weakly and follow him to my seat. "So, where did you get all this food?"

Uriah grins wider. "We raided the Erudite kitchens. Caleb showed us the way. We were tired of eating like the factionless." He explains, and I glance across the table to see Caleb. I have to look him over twice before associating him with my happy, knowledge-craving brother. His face is hard, and his nose is slightly crooked, recently broken as far as I can tell. He's hunched over slightly- a cast hinders him from grabbing food with his right arm- but it's not the injuries that make me stare. It's the look on his face, in his eyes, and it is so very not Caleb. He looks like the haunted sole survivor of his race, and his scares me a bit. I take a moment to arrange my words, and I lean towards him, smiling.

"You look a mess." The moment the words emerge, I regret them. What a stupid thing to say. What a Candor thing to say. I wait, already wincing, for the sharp words I am sure to get in return. Surprisingly, the corner of his mouth twitches in a half smile.

"Looks who's talking," he replies good-humouredly. "You're the one that got shot in the chest." I shrug and he offers me a full, genuine smile. "I heard about the interrogation."

I can't bear his or anyone else's sympathy, so I nod. "It sucks, but whatever."

I get odd looks from everyone seated around me, and Caleb narrows his eyes. Different eyes, but still Erudite: sharp with intelligence. I feel like he can see right through me, so I quickly change the topic. "I still don't know some of you."

I recognize Zeke, of course, Uriah's brother, and the girl seated next to him. Shauna. She casts me a wary glance and then turns to whisper into her brother Hector's ear. I scowl.

Hector catches my expression of hurt irritation and he stiffens, determination in his eyes.

"I don't care what Mom says, Shauna." He interrupts Uriah introducing me to a Dauntless girl named Liz, and his voice is loud and furious. I exchange a glance with Uriah and he raises an eyebrow. As I swivel in my seat to face Hec, I notice the entire table has fell silent, an incredible feat for a bunch of Dauntless. Hec meets my eyes briefly then returns his attention to his elder sister. "The Divergent are not bad, and we can trust them!" He says fiercely. Shauna's frown melts into a deadly expression and her voice is cold when she finally speaks. "No, we can't. We can't be sure they're loyal."

"Yes we can!" Hec's voice rises to a shout. I look at Uriah again, confused now. Why is Hec doing this? Since when did he believe the Divergent weren't dangerous?
"And how do you know that?" Shauna asks. She shoots me a frosty look, and I return it.

"If Tris was traitor, why would she have offered herself to Jeanine to get poked and prodded?" Shauna interrupts his statement. "Maybe she wasn't tortured! Maybe she lied about all that~" Hec continues as if he hasn't heard a thing. "Why would she save my life?" I sit up straighter. Of course. Hec trusts me now because of the day I saved his life.

Shauna's face contorts. "I…" She hesitates, sneaking glances at Uriah and me.

"The Divergent can be trusted. They don't have special superpowers, and they're not traitors either. And you had better accept that!" With this, Hec stands up, pushing his chair back noisily and darts away. Shauna attempts to jump up as if to follow him, but she realizes she can't, due to her paralyzed legs. She reaches for her chair for a moment, then thinks better of it. Her face is pale, and when she addresses me her voice is different. "I never did thank you for saving Hec. If you hadn't, I wouldn't have any siblings right now." She says hesitantly, and Zeke squeezes her hand. "So… thank you." I incline my head; surprised Hec's words had any impact on her, and return my gaze to my plate. Uriah nudges me. "That was really good of Hec." He says quietly, and I agree. "It must've been hard for him to stand up to his sister like that." I add.

Babble rises up from the Dauntless once more, but it's subdued now, more lowered.

I try to lose myself in the endless chatter, but I can't manage it for long. Thoughts of Tobias and Molly overwhelm me until I can't stand it any longer. I stand up abruptly, and mutter a quick apology to Caleb and Uriah. "I'm going to see Tobias." I explain quickly, and Caleb sighs. "Finally. I was starting to think you'd actually explode with boredom."

"We bore you, Tris?" Uriah teases, pretending to look hurt. "Next time I won't invite you." I smile, but don't reply. I turn on my heel and race down the hallway, intent on finding Tobias.