"Izzy, there's something I need to tell you."

Tears swarmed her eyes. She was homesick. "Me too."

"You first."

"I wish you had come to Dauntless with me." Her voice was barely a whisper, but he needed to know how much she was hurting.

"That's kind of what I needed to talk to you about," he cleared his throat nervously.

"What is it?" Izzy wondered if he regretted not giving her more of a choice. Why did she have to be the one to sacrifice for him?

"When I was given the results of my aptitude test, I was told that I was Divergent."

"Divergent?" the word was unfamiliar to Izzy, yet somehow it still felt wrong on her tongue.

"That means I could fit into multiple factions. One of them was Erudite, and the other was Dauntless."

"What are you saying?"

"I'm saying that I could have adjusted to being Dauntless because I had the aptitude. But I didn't, because I was too scared to leave home. And I didn't even consider that you would feel the same way."

"It's even worse for me! I was Dauntless through and through!" She remembered her joy at hearing those exact words, Dauntless through and her, after her aptitude test. She had been overwhelmed with joy, and emotion of which she was no longer capable of feeling.

"Maybe you are Divergent, at least a little bit."

She couldn't imagine being anything other than Dauntless, especially considered her apathy toward her new life in Erudite. "What do you mean?"

"I think," Simon looked at her in serious consideration. "That you've got a little bit of Abnegation."

"Abnegation?"

"Izzy, I love you. But I, nor anyone else I know, Abnegation or otherwise, could top you when it comes to sacrifice."

She studied herself in the mirror. In her Erudite attire, she didn't look Dauntless anymore. But her father's detailed facial structures and her mothers eyes made it impossible for her to look purely Erudite. Though she sacrificed everything, her appearance didn't have a trace of Abnegation.

Isabelle Lightwood was not Divergent. She was...factionless.