AN: Merry Early Christmas everyone!

Consider this chapter, my gift to you (As I'm not sure If I'll be able to upload before christmas after this).

Yes, you might notice I will refer to her as Tris one sentence and Skylar then next. For those that haven't picked it up yet, whoever I refer to her as is the one current in control.

It may be a tiny bit confusing at times but bare with me.

Tris, the real her, broken, but fixable.

Skylar, controlled by authority, emotionless, child-like in her confusion of the world.

Yeah, bahrfamily, your last review is pretty much what I'm aiming for. I won't outright say it as I don't want to be too specific and mix up real life facts regarding it (Thus possibly offending people), but yes, you could say its a variation of that.

M'kay? :3

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Chapter 11 (In-fucking-sane)

Tris was about ready to fling herself off the chasm for her lack of foresight and all she could feel was pit of dread sloshing around the bottom of her stomach. The previous day had passed by uneventfully when taking into consideration the level of uneasy regarding the final fights. Molly had been paired up with Tris and given a good fight, but they both knew the outcome with Tris coming out on top.

Surprisingly, Colm had won his fight against Christiana and no one was quite sure if she had thrown the match convincingly or if the Amity transfer had really grown that much.

Taking a deep breath, Tris took a moment to calm herself as she lent against on of the pit walls. It would never happen, it was impossible. The other initiates were wandering around with their own expressions of worry and hopefulness. They hoped to see those who they had left behind, and Tris was the opposite.

Visiting Day. How could she not have seen it?

Slowly, initiates filed out of the room. Some radiating with happiness as they led loved ones through the compound and others sulking back to their room in despair. Tris was happy to see Colm running over to his mother, his best friend at her side. They embraced lovingly, the warm reds and oranges of their clothes as stark contrast to the dull colours of Dauntless.

Faction before Blood, that was the motto. However, while Amity were peaceful pacifists, it would take a lot before they simply abandoned one of their own to the dogs. Sending Colm a quick smile while he beamed back she slowly began to back into the shadows.

A rough hand suddenly wraps itself around wrist, and with a quick movement the hand spins her around. With wide eyes, Tris looks up to the man that broke her.

Smiling brightly, his teeth seem to sharpen in the harsh lighting, making him just that much more sinister. "Daughter," he says simply. Even the statement sounds like a threat, daring her to contradict him.

"Father," she whispers, flinching back as his hand brushes her cheek.

When she doesn't look up at him he snarls, grabbing her jaw and forcing her eyes to his. They are dead, and reflection of Tris' own as they revert to their old grey. Just emptiness, statue like in their unearthly beauty and alienness.

"What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be visiting Brother?" Tris asks weakly.

Andrew let go off her chin, only to quick slap her across the face. The action drew a few heads and he quickly played it off, dragging Tris down the endless hallway until they were alone. "You don't speak unless spoke to," he growls. "Looks like we might have to retrain you."

Shrinking against the wall Tris pleaded. "No, please. I'll be good, I promise. I promise. No, please."

"Good…" he trails off. "As for your question, I can't just walk into your traitor of a brother's Faction. No," he thinks. "there are other ways."

Tris gulped. "How can I assist you, Sir?" was her timid question.

Turning toward his daughter, he took a moment to watch her squirm. "My, you have changed. I don't like it," he snarls, pricing her with a glare. "We will have to change that."

The next second Tris felt a sharp sting on her wrist which he pinned to the wall with his other hand. The dauntless knife in his hand just pierced the skin, enough to scar, but not to cause her to bleed out. A cry escaped Tris as the knife was pushed in a little further, coming dangerous close to a vein.

"Shh," said Andrew in an almost comforting tone. "You do what I say, and this doesn't have to go any further."

'No, fight. He's hurt you so much. Listen and we will survive. Run, get help! Obey and we don't hurt.' the internal battle raged within. Finally a victor was wrought and Skylar's body stiffened, looking up to her commander.

"Yes, Sir," she affirmed.

A true smile lit itself upon Andrews face, though it was full of malicious intent. "Perfect. Some things never change." Removing the knife from Skylar's arm her turned and motioned for her to follow him. The blood dripped down her arm, trickling off her fingers and onto the floor, leaving a trail of red that would go unnoticed in the darkness.

"We need to keep up the scene of a family reunion," he mutter to himself, making his way back to the open pit. "That slap has already raised suspicions."

Emerging back out at the pit, the two made their way over to an empty corner of the room. Far enough away that no one would hear them, while being close enough to not alert anyone that anything was amiss.

"I need you to break into Erudite," Andrew said suddenly, a smile smile directed to his daughter. Skylar however had no expression, she didn't seem capable in this state. "They are planning an uprising, the arrogant bastards, and we need to squash it at its base."

"How would I get into the compound?"

He huffed angrily. "We don't have time for stupid questions. You used to sneak into Dauntless, find a way!"

"Yes, Sir," Skylar answered.

"I need you to find your brother." Tris twitched. Skylar nodded. "You need to inform him to play along with me or there will be consequences." Andrew flashed the knife in his sleeve, before hiding it once more in the grey folds of fabric. "Do you think you can get the message across?"

"Yes, Sir," Skylar answered.

"I would have paid the brat a visit myself, but the Erudite are blocking abnegation from visiting. Smart," he admitted. "but irritating. Tell him to research the simulation serum, or at least steal the research for it as I doubt he could discover anything," he said.

"The simulation serum?" Tris asked "Sir," added Skylar respectfully.

Andrew looked at her with a suspicious eye. "Beatrice," he said seriously, looking straight into her unseeing eyes. "What did you get on your aptitude test?"

'Nothing. Dauntless. Nothing. Abnegation. Factionless. Divergent. Nothing.'

"I got Dauntless, Sir," Tris bluffed.

Andrew snarled quickly before controlling features to a loving smile. Grabbing her injured wrist he pulled her into a half hug while digging his thumb into the open wound. Skylar suppressed a gasp as he whispered. "Don't. Lie. To. Me," each word punctuated with him thumb giving slightly more pressure.

"Please, Sir," Skylar answered. "If you push much further I may pass out from blood loss," she explain shakily as a steady flow of blood pooled below her. "I'll do as you say, Sir."

Looking down, Andrew cursed and positioned her so she a blocked from view by his large body. "Stop bleeding!"

Skylar didn't know how to respond to that. She didn't have anything to staunch the flow and she wasn't given permission to leave. She coked her head to the side in sad confusion. She wanted to obey but she didn't know how.

Andrew sighed at Skylar's lack of social understanding. "I didn't mean. Ugh, forget it. Now answer me properly, what was your result?"

"Nothing, Sir," Skylar replied.

Andrew went to grab her again and Tris shrunk back holding up her hands to cover her face. "It's true, Sir. I don't fit in any Faction. I was told not to tell you. I'm not divergent I swear! I'm something different," Skylar pleaded out of character.

He paused, holding himself back when finding no deceit in her actions. "What are your symptoms?"

Calming down as the threat passed. "I can see through the serum. I still get the simulation, but I can see a silver lining of the room reminding me constantly that it's fake."

A large smirk spread itself over Andrew's lips. "You're immune. Perfect," he clapped his hands together hungrily. "In the event of a Dauntless uprising commanded by Erudite," he said casually. "You are to eliminate all threats. You're immunity means you can't be controlled… by them at least," he chuckled.

"But, Sir," Tris tried to protest.

"You will do as I say!" he hissed.

Tris shrunk back into Skylar. "Yes, Sir."

A hand taps Andrew on the shoulder and he spins around to find Four sending him a welcoming smile. "Good afternoon, I am Dauntless trainer Four. I'm here to check in on everyone and make sure everything is okay. Wouldn't want people getting too home sick, you know? It's best if families really have minimal contact."

The lie was obvious. The smile was fake. His tone was soaked in syrup, but his eyes clearly said, "Fuck off."

Andrews eyes we cold, but realisation spread across his features. "Well if it's isn't little Eaton. Such a shame you transferred to Dauntless, your father misses you dearly," he crooned.

A slight twitch could be seen in Tobias' brow. "Well, as the Abnegation leaders, both him and yourself should understand the whole Faction before Blood ideology. As Dauntless is important that we understand this. I guess Abnegation isn't as thorough with their rules these days," he said with a careless shrug. "You should hope Erudite doesn't get wind of this, I hear there is… unrest lately."

"Hmm," Andrew hummed, not rising to the obvious bait. "Four?" he asked off topic. "A nickname?"

Tobias nodded stiffly.

"Cute," Andrew sent him a shit eating grin. "So, Four, how has my daughter been? Has she been sticking to the rules?"

"She is ranked first. At this rate her opportunities in Dauntless are limitless," he replied, instantly forgetting his choice of words.

Something small lit up in Andrews ordinarily dull eyes. "Interesting," he murmured. "Good," he stated simply, then turning to Skylar. "Keep working hard. I expect you to finished at the top of your class a procure a government job." His words trailed off with an unspoken threat.

"But Father, I don't think I'm suited fo-" Tris tried.

"Nonsense," he waved off. "After all, we would never be able to see each other if you didn't. While it is Faction before Blood, it doesn't mean we have to be completely disconnected." Andrew feigned an expression of helpless longing.

'Playing the victim!' Tris hissed internally. 'Bastard!'

"Well," Four interrupted. "It really does depend on how she ranks. I'm not allowed to say anything, but the second part of Dauntless initiation is completely different from the first stage. Stage one requires physical fitness, the second stage however is about mental strength," he informed casually. "If someone if has ever the slightest crack in their mindscape then they face failing," he finished with a glare.

A smirk flashed itself across his face. "I believe you will find Beatrice's mind to be more than satisfactory. After all, I gave her the same training regiment as your father did for you and you were ranked first if I recall correctly," he tapped a finger against his chin lightly. "Almost unnaturally better than your colleagues," he hinted.

Tobias twitched again. "I guess you could say I was somewhat of an anomaly," he admitted. "Well, I really should be going and checking on the rest of the initiates," he slowly backed away before making a hasty exit.

"And here I was thinking he had grown some balls," Andrew chucked as Tobias made his escape. "Pity."

Tris remained silent. She understood why he had left. A mix of self preservation and knowledge that nothing could be changed. The longer he hung around the harder Andrew would fight back and stay. Best to retreat and help to fix the minimal damage that was done. Minimal however being a relative term. It could be much worse, but it was still shit.

"For fuck's sake," the Abnegation leader hissed as another group made their way over to them. "Act normal!" he quickly commanded.

Skylar was confused. What did he classify as normal? Stoic? Like Abnegation? Friendly? Cold and Indifferent? She didn't know. She sent him a quick look of confusion and opted for her usual emotionless mask.

A friendly selfless smile graced itself upon Andrew's face as they arrived. It was at times like this Tris almost believed that her father did have a sliver of good left in him. The smile on his face seemed too real and genuine, but a quick glance at his eye reveal their indifference. His mask was fool proof, enough to fool most, but the layer beneath was like corrosive acid.

A small, autumn dressed family crowded around the difunctional family as a small group of blue trailed behind reluctantly and uncertainly. "Skylar!" a loud voice yelled as Colm's friend wrapped herself happily around the aforementioned girl. It seemed that the only greeting Amity knew were hugs, a notion both Tris and Skylar were uncomfortable with. "How ya been?" he question went unanswered.

"So you're Skylar?" asked a bird like woman with red hair. Crows feet were prominent around her eyes, only becoming bolder as she smiled warmly. "Coleman and Cora haven't stopped talking about ya." She beamed even brighter, something with Tris didn't think was possible.

"You seem to have made a big impression," Andrew muttered disapprovingly in her ear, inaudible to the rest of the group. "Stay in the shadows. Don't draw attention to yourself in the future."Skylar nodded and sent the woman a strained smile.

Realisation flickered across her face as she held out a hand to Andrew. "I haven't introduced myself. Silly me," she admonished herself with yet another smile. "I'm Amba, Coleman's mother."

"Pleasure," he gave her a somewhat strained smile. "I'm Beatrice's father, Andrew."

Amba looked confused. "Beatrice? Oh, Skylar. I wasn't aware she changed her name. Anyway," she shook off. "You've done a wonderful job of raise the girl if all reports and compliments of her are true," she winked.

"That's the way I trained her," he replied with an arrogant smirk. He was proud of his work. Given an opportunity he would not hesitate to boast, especially as he couldn't fully disclose his 'Art'.

The Amity groups smiles faded for a moment at the strange use of words. "Um, right," she mutter awkwardly, turning to Tris. "So, your real name is Beatrice? It's beautiful honey, why did ya change it?"

"Well, I don't know. Beatrice isn't a dauntless name, so I thought I'd change it." 'I needed a change. An acknowledgement that I wasn't that girl anymore. The defenceless girl ruled by her father. I wanted to be free, and it backfired on me.'

She laughed, a carefree laugh that made Tris inexplicably jealous. "You're just like Coleman. Your name doesn't change you. It just a name after all."

'If only that was true.'

"In any case, It was nice meeting ya. Thanks for looking after my boy. I have a feelin' he wouldn't be here without ya," she said sincerely. Taking a step forward she gently embrace Tris, who despite the careful movements, still flinched.

Amba frowned as she stepped back. Seeing his mother's concern he softly grasped her by the elbow and steered her away. "I don't think she is okay," she muttered, just in hearing distance of the now smaller group. "There is blood dripping down the poor girl's hand!"

"Mother, it's fine. Leave it be," Colm whispered back harshly, choosing to ignore the slight detail for now. There would be time for questions later.

"Look at her father! He's sweatin' like a whore in a church!"

"Ma!" the words trailed off into the distance.

Will looked like he was holding back his laugh, while Tris felt herself paling. Her father did not look happy and somehow she knew his own failed words would end up being blamed as her fault.

"Hey Skylar," Will said, scratching the back off his head awkwardly. "I know we haven't spoken much, but we followed Colm over here and you looked kinda lonely so I thought I'd come and say hi. If that's alright I mean. I can leave," he rambled.

Reaching out, Tris pulled his hand away from his head where she was afraid he would scratch it to the point of bleeding. 'Protect…' "It's fine, Will." It wasn't. If her father's face was anything to go by at least.

"I can't believe you're friends with a Stiff, Will. have you no pride?" a female in blue sneered to her younger brother.

"And here I mistook you for an Erudite," Tris couldn't help blurting suddenly, a sneer on her own face. "That is unless you are colour blind. However I'm sure the style of clothing should have been enough to give it away."

Will coughed awkwardly and went to grab his neck again, only being stopped by Tris' unwilling grasp. She seemed shocked by her own movement, but was unwilling to allow it to continue.

"Sorry, nervous habit," he offered quietly as an explanation. "Please forgive my sister, Cara. I don't know what's gotten into her."

"And you," Cara turned to the only Abnegation in the room, ignoring pervious conversation. "An Abnegation council leader, here in Dauntless? Aren't you meant to be giving food the factionless you thieving bastard! Pretty selfish of you to be visiting."

Andrew let out a tired sigh. "Admittedly, it is selfish of me, but I'm only human."

'Not likely,' Tris thought before retreating into the recesses of her mind.

"I can't say I understand whatever lies that have been told to you, but we are here if you ever need anything," he smiled condescendingly. "But yes, I am being selfish today. I couldn't help it," he exhaled. "I wanted to see my son as well, but Erudite has banned Abnegation from stepping foot into their compound, even for visiting day."

Will gasped, "Thats terrible!" He himself was feeling nauseous today wonder if his sibling or parents would show up, but the knowledge that they could not visit at all was a much greater evil.

"Oh please. Don't buy into this happy-go-lucky do-gooder. I saw Abnegation visiting the compound as I left," she lied.

"You are mistaken," he replied simply, though his skin was hot and his hands clenched into fists.

The Erudite girl would not let up. She took a step towards the already provoked man, making sure to get up in his face. "You're up to something. No one is that selfless, certainly not your grubby little faction."

With a feral snarl Andrew snapped his fingers, bring Skylar to attention. "Beatrice please remove this girl from my personal space."

Skylar nodded. "Yes, Sir."

"Woah," Will held his hands up as Skylar took a step forward. "Back off, Skylar. You're not touching my sister," he said carefully. He wasn't afraid of the girl in front of him, however, he was wary. She had beaten him in their fight together with relative ease after all.

Taking a quick step around the slower boy, Tris paid him little attention and picked Cara up by the shoulders. To all outsiders, the image of the smaller girl easily lifting the older Erudite was both concerning and comical. There was, however, no humour in her next movement as she threw the load in her hands across the room.

Cara all but screamed as she was hurled at the floor, a good few meters away from her previous position. "What the fuck, Skylar!?" came her brother's loud voice as she gingerly sat up, cradling her skinned shoulder. Will, quickly ran over to her side, checking her over for any major injuries. She was in shock, she knew she was out of the line, but some Dauntless Stiff had just fucking chucked her like a sack of potatoes!

"You don't have an sense of subtly, do you?" Andrew breathed in her ear, before nudging her along. Again, numerous heads turned their way from not only the two previous outbursts, but the now noticeable trail of blood that flowed from her wrist. She quickly hid it under her hem of her shirt, but it only made it more obvious as the red liquid pooled, staining the shirt and drawing the eye.

Skylar didn't understand what she had done wrong. She had followed orders, right? She removed the offending female from her Father's person as commanded. Why did Will yell at her? Why did people stare at her with their judgemental eyes? Sir seemed unhappy. She didn't like it when Sir was unhappy. He hurt her when he was unhappy.

"I'm sorry, Sir," she whispered. She wasn't sure what about exactly, but she was sorry anyway.

Andrew paced back and forwards in front of her, running a hand through his once perfectly sculpted hair. Far more vain than the average Abnegation, but he could get away with it as a leader. "You're stunt cost us the little time we had left," he muttered to her.

'Thank god. Maybe it was a blessing in disguise.'

"Fuck!" he cursed, suddenly pining his daughter against the wall. "If you could be useful for just once in your life the time is now!" he hissed. "Remember, find Caleb, get him to research the stimulation serum. Also, I expect you to rank first at the end of the initiation, where you will then enter the highest government possession possible in order to help accumulate more power," he pause for a moment in though, although he did not let go of the blonde in his hands. "And if you happen to see a woman named Jeanine Matthews," he added finally. "make sure she receives this." He pressed the dauntless knife he used earlier into Tris' side pocket. "Preferably in the stomach or some other area containing a vital organ."

Without another words he silently walked away.

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Tris made a quick stop off at the dormitory, though she didn't dare stay lest she be mobbed with questions. She knew her family wasn't normal for obvious reasons, and that showed today. Andrew had all but air their dirty laundry in the middle of the Dauntless pit.

Slipping her good hand through a small slit she had created in her mattress, she quickly grabbed the stolen loot of medical supplies she had taken a day earlier. She understood how that could seem… immoral, but you have to strike when the opportunity presents itself. Who leaves the medical ward empty anyway? Okay, maybe the entirety of the medical staff had been working on a medical emergency in the E.R, but that's not the point.

A log like leg swung down from the bed above hers and Tris only just managed to jump out of the way. "Oh, sorry Skylar. Didn't see you there," Al rumbled.

'I was hoping you wouldn't'

"I'm fine,' she waved away. 'Anyone whoever says they are fine, are definitely not fine.' "I was just leaving, so…" she trailed off, taking a few steps back in the silence.

"Hey, you're bleeding!" he says, pointing to the red stain on her shirt. "Here let me help you!" he states happily, jumping off the bed and walking over to the frozen girl. "I'm always getting beaten up in my fights lately, so the nurse has been teaching me how to fix myself up 'cause I'm such a nuisance and all," he chuckled.

"Really, Al it's fine. I'll take care of it."

"No, I insist." he held up her wrist for closer inspection. "Damn, Sky. That's no training wound…" his eyes trailed up to her face. He gently brushed a finger over the flowering bruise on her cheek, his smile faltering. "Come on," he tenderly dragged her by the upper arm into the nearby shower area.

It had been many hours since the initiates allocated shower time, so luckily the area was nice a dry. "Here, sit down," he directed towards the shower area. "It's easier to wash away any mess we make over there."

Not bothering to protest, Tris slid down the wall and held her trickling arm over the drain. The white tiles surrounding turned pink from splash back as Al hurried around the room grabbing the meager supplies that were left around.

Squatting down in front of Tris, he held out an icepack, motioning for he to place it on her cheek. She did so with a wince as the cold only intensified the pain. However, the area eventually numbed, the pain receding until further notice.

"I don't have anything to clean out the wound with," Al fretted.

"It was a clean blade. If you could just dress it please. It can be rather difficult with one hand," Tris spoke up.

Al pulled the sleeve of her shirt exposing the bloody laceration. The blood flow had drastically slowed over the last half hour, most of the area looking far worst than it was from all the dried blood. "Shit," he hissed as he inspected the damage. Pulling out a damp cloth, he quietly cleaned the area, marvelling as Tris did not flinch.

As he made his way further up the arm, he stumbled across another wound he had not seen under the blood. A thin, silver line curved it's way around the wrist and stretched just to the top of her hand, linking up with more which disappeared further up her sleeve.

"Theses aren't tattoos, are they Skylar." It wasn't a question, but a statement. "How do you handle it?" he whispered. Looking over to Tris' tears filled his eyes. "Doesn't think make you want to give up?"

"Are you suggesting I do?" she asked rather coldly. She sighed as Al rapidly shook his head in denial, too scared to speak. "Scars already mar my body by his hand, I refuse to give him the satisfaction of my death as well. If I die, it will be doing something I love, not wallowing in depression," she spat.

From then on Al worked in thoughtful silence, diligently wrapping the wound multiple times as the blood started to soak through.

"I regret it you know," Al said once he was finished. "I still think about it everyday. I was a coward, I ran away and left you." He stood up, dusting himself off and offering Tris a hand up. She didn't take it. Not to snub him, but she couldn't rely on others.

Al did not look perturbed by her movement, rather understanding, sympathetic. "It's why I joined Dauntless. My parents were already pushing me towards it, but I never would join another faction on their say." He took a deep breath. "I never want to be in that situation again. Where I am powerless. I want to protect others. You understand?"

Tris nodded.

He smiled, it was a sad smile, but a smile nonetheless. "I'll clean up here. You go," he said, his eyes already scanning the bloody floor.

"Thank you, Al," she said quietly making her way over to the doorway. "You should know, I forgive you. I won't forget, but I forgive you," she whispered and left the room.

"That's enough. That's all I need," Al said to the empty room.

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Tris wasn't quite sure where her feet were leading her. The winding corridors of the compound were enough to lose even the oldest of Dauntless. It was both a great and terrible defence system. If Dauntless didn't even know it's own lay out, the enemy certainly never would. Navigating was based on pure gut instinct and Tris was sure more than a few initiates has lost themselves in the ghostly halls.

Water and condensation could be seen built up on the surrounding surfaces, leisurely sliding down the slanted wall and ceilings. Tris couldn't help but follow the shadowed droplets as they led her into the unknown.

The silence soon gives way to rushing water as Tris continues to follow down the pathway. It is dark here. Blue lights were placed sporadically and heavily spaced apart leaving great areas of solid darkness. The lone girl found it eerie and yet oddly comforting.

After what felt like hours of travel, the path broke out into an open area. Here there appeared to be no ceiling, just darkness until tiny bulbs of light could be seen hundreds of meters above. She was in the chasm.

And here everyone had believed that there was noway down. No one had probably ever bothered to follow the catacombs, merely sticking to the main routes and well known rooms. 'Such a shame,' she thought as she stared around at the beautiful but neglected area.

Below her was a short waterfall, creating a serene pool of churning water as it carved itself smoothly into the stone. The excess water would build up and tip over the top of the lip, falling down into a white water river. There was no plants surrounding the oasis. There were no cobwebs or signs of life. It was blissfully empty, only water, rock and herself intruding on the area.

Walking over to edge of the narrow ledge, Tris stared down into the pooling water. She was stuck by it's surprising clarity, even the ripples on the surface did not distort the view. It was deep, very deep. Years of flowing water had worn down the tough stone. How deep, Tris wasn't exactly sure, but it looked to be at least ten or so meters.

Tris sat down, allowing her legs to swing freely over the edge, the tip of her boot just bobbing under the water.

Protect, avoid, survive. It had been her mantra for so long, but now it was conflicted. Before she hadn't had anyone she wanted to particularly save, therefore if the need be, survive came first. But now with the reintroduction of Tobias and dare she say friends, the order had gone completely out of whack. Would she protect others if it meant she might not survive?

And what of Andrew? Sneak into Erudite? It was suicide! However she had too. The order was given, it was as if a supernatural force compelled her.

'No, you don't! Fight it!' a voice whispered.

'Do as he says,' whispers another. 'It's not that bad. No one you love is in danger, so you don't need to worry about protection, just survive.'

'What about avoid?'

'That compromises survive…' another voice rebutted.

Tris groaned, laying her head heavily in her hands and closing her eyes. "It's true. I'm in-fucking-sane."

'And you wouldn't have it any other way…'

Tris raise an eyebrow in a rare show of amusement. "At least the voices in my head have a sense of humour."

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AN: Y'all are so bloody nice it's insane. I blush every time I read one of your comments. It's a small wonder you don't all spontaneously explode into rainbows and rabbits and other fluffy shit. :3

My story is now over 50k words! FUCK YES! Sorry, had to get that out of my system. That is a huge accomplishment for me. *wifi-high five* to every reader.

I wanted Colm and Cora to have a close names (came from the same faction and all), but I forgot that Will's sister was named Cara… yeah, thats a lot of names that are suspiciously close. I hope it's alright and besides, I don't think I'm ever going to mention Cara again, so yeah. Hope it's not too confusing! Let me know if any of y'all get confused and I can create a small legend or something at the beginning of the next AN, but I think everyone will be okay.

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~ Mercy