I hear a knock on my door and peer through the hole. It's Robert. So, slowly, I open the door because I feel like I still need to apologize to him from yesterday. I'm surprised to see him dressed so casually like he wasn't given a death sentence. Well again, technically, he could win the Games.

I haven't changed since last night. I passed out on the bed from crying I suppose. What other explanation would there be? But Robert looks fresh. He even looks more confident than I've ever seen him.

"You missed breakfast," Robert says. He holds out something in his hand. The smell of food hits me. "But I managed to sneak some away. Here, I brought you some juice and a croissant."

In his other hand is a can of juice that hasn't been opened. In his other hand it a large croissant wrapped in paper. I invite him in and silently eat as he looks around the room. I haven't really touched the wallpaper, though I've heard of some tributes decorating their rooms.

Robert touches the wall before turning back to me.

"No pictures?" He asks. "Nothing?"

We're allowed to put things on the wall; it's not against the rules but it just never occurred to me I wanted anything on the wall. I shrug as I finish the croissant. I don't know why he's being so nice to me after yesterday and I want to apologize, but nothing comes out of my mouth. The words are stuck in my throat.

Robert sighs, "Well, I suppose I should get going. Training starts in an hour."

I stop him. "Wait," I say. "I'm really sorry about yesterday. I guess…I just lost my temper."

"No kidding," Robert says, but I see his smile. "Hey, Emma. You can tell me anything okay? Especially if it's something that will hurt one of us. We're the only Erudite tributes. We have to have each other's back."

I nod.

"So what happened yesterday?" Robert says, sitting beside me on my bed. His voice drops lower. "I heard just a bit of your conversation. You said your mother was the smartest woman…like you have to outsmart her or something."

It's hard telling Robert things when I'm not sure who I trust. I want to trust him because he seems so genuine but just being near him makes me nervous. Sure, we're one faction, but in the end only one of us will win. I don't want to die and I'm sure he feels the same way.

But somehow, I find the voice to explain. I explain everything that happened, ever since my aptitude test. Robert nods along like he understands, and he probably does. I can't even imagine what or how his parents would have reacted when they found out he was Divergent. I can't imagine it being good. His parents may have even thrown something. I've heard rumors of one father who accidentally threw a desk out the window through his anger.

"Same here," Robert says after I finish. "I mean…my parents were shocked. We all expected me to get Erudite. My mother was so worried, she fainted." He stifles a small laugh. "It was funny for the moment. My father…" He trails off, looking around like he's looking for cameras. Bringing his voice lower he says, "My father wanted me to run."

Run? Running is the same as running to your death. The Dauntless would always find you and not one runaway had ever managed to escape. I remember the screams as one of the Abnegation Divergent was shot for trying to run away after the aptitude test.

"I didn't run," Robert finishes. "If I did, I knew they'd be tracking my parents next. There's really no point in these Games. Your mother and every single Erudite just want to research us. Then just research us in a lab!"

He seems to be ranting to me.

"Not just that," I add in, "we're the first Erudite Divergent since…well, forever."

Robert snorts as I give him a curious look.

"That's what you think." He mumbles. Then he smiles a bit as I frown at him. "Emma, be honest. Divergence…I suppose it's just human nature. Some people have it and some people don't. So technically, anyone could have it. Erudite isn't immune to human nature. Erudite isn't immune to having Divergent. I mean…look at us. Our parents just weren't as quick reactors as the others."

I stare at him. "The others?" I repeat.

"Yeah," Robert says slowly, his eyes widening. "Others. You sound like you've never heard of them before. We Erudite…we're intelligent. We —"

"You still consider us Erudite?" I ask, snorting. "I'm sure they completely disowned us."

Robert rolls his eyes, "Yes, I do Emma. Now just listen. Erudite are intelligent. Which parent would throw their kid into the Games knowing that their chances of survival are…" — he frowns slightly — "less than ten percent?"

He shakes his head. "Never mind that. Let's just say our survival chances are low because we aren't taught to fight. We are only intelligent." Robert continues. "So what they do is they observe their children carefully. When they get their results, the first thing they do is check the system. If they're Divergent, they do some Erudite mumbo jumbo and then…boom! Makes it look like their result was Erudite."

"What?" I gasp. "But there's an Erudite looking over each aptitude test —"

"An Erudite watching over each aptitude test." Robert says, mimicking my voice. "Seriously? Think, Emma. Results are so simple to change before anyone makes sense of anything." He sighs. "My parents didn't know that. They aren't…the brightest of the Erudite. They're transfers. But you…I'm surprised your mother didn't change your results."

I don't speak. I don't think my mother expected me to be Divergent either. She didn't even put that much security. She just put a Dauntless there knowing there wasn't really a point on putting an Erudite with me. There would be no problem proving my results and no one would argue. But now I know we both were wrong. I'm Divergent. And I don't think even if she knew, she would save me. She would get rid of me; get rid of the shame.

"She wouldn't," I reply miserably. "She would be a hypocrite. If there's anything I know about her, she keeps her reputation no matter what."

Robert is silent before speaking, "It's surprising. No one is Divergent in your family."

I shrug. "I could be the unlucky one," I say, sighing deeply.

Robert checks the time before jumping up. His eyes are wide. He quickly starts for the door and shouts, "We're going to be late for training!" And then rushes away. I quickly close the door and change into the training clothes given to us. They're very nice for movement.

I enter the elevator and just as the doors are about to close, Robert puts a foot in and the doors open. He then presses the "TC" button. I suppose that stands for "training centre". He winces slightly as he locks eyes with me.

"Ready for training?" He asks.

I keep my eyes on the elevator doors as he reaches over and squeezes my hand.

"You bet."