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ISOBEL'S POV

I woke up to someone poking my arm.

"Umf. Go away," I muttered, still in a half-sleep.

"Isobel, pleeeeease wake up?" said a young girls voice.

"Noooooo let me sleep forever," I groaned.

"Fine then, I'm going to ride a train," said the voice.

"What?!" I asked, sitting upright. I looked around the room, which wasn't my own. Then, after my mind cleared, I remembered what had happened, that I was taking care of Nadia.

Nadia was standing by the side of my bed, smiling a little. "That always woke Peter up!" she said, proudly.

"Okay, I'm waking up," I said, pulling myself out of the bed. "What time is it?"

"4:00 a.m.!" she said, brightly.

"Why would you make me wake up this early? I went to sleep an hour ago! At least give me two hour! I have insomnia!" I said, a little annoyed.

"Oh, sorry," she said, her smile fading.

"Oh, no, no, it's not your fault! It's all fine," I said. I did not want to make this girl sad. She had just lost her father and her brother could be dead for all she knew. I choked a little, hoping with all my heart that Peter was okay.

"I just like this time of day. It's so peaceful," she said.

"Well, I like the nighttime. It's also quite peaceful. But sleep, seriously, you need it," I said. "Except in Dauntless, at the Pit, there were some really creepy dudes there." I remembered punching that one guy in the face when I was in initiation. Peter was there and I remembered him having that look like 'what just happened?'

"Can we have ice-cream for breakfast?" she asked.

"Sure, why not," I smiled. "But don''t expect this every day," I said, sternly.

"Okay!" she said, happily, skipping away. I followed her down the stairs.

I walked to the kitchen and opened the freezer. I pulled out a tub of chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream. I took two bowls and scooped some into each of them. I took out two spoons and stuck them into the scoops, then handed one to Nadia, who started eating hers happily.

"Would your mother approve of you eating this?" I asked, after we had both finished our 'breakfast'.

Nadia got this look in her face and tears started welling up in her eyes.

"Oh! I'm sorry! Please don't cry!" I said, panicking. What did I do?

"My parents always yelled at me for eating ice cream in the morning! And now my dad can't!" she sobbed.

Why? You're an idiot, Isobel!

"Nadia, your dad wouldn't want you crying over him, would he? He would tell you to be happy. So please, don't be sad," I said, trying to cheer her up. Nadia cried for a few more second, then sniffed.

"Yeah," she said. "Dad would want me to be happy! So I'll be happy!" she wiped away her tears.

I held back my sigh of relief. I needed to say things carefully. Nothing about dying, nothing about her parents. I guessed mentioning Peter was okay, she had mentioned him before.

I would take as best care of this girl as I could. I'd do anything to make her happy and keep her safe. I'd promised Peter that I would take care of his sister. And I intended to keep that promise.

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