Yay! I managed to post today too! And oh my god guys. Only yesterday, I had 720 views, and I reached a total of 7,000! Unbelievable! It's so amazing, I can't tell you how happy I am. But I won't keep you any longer. Enjoy another chapter from Tobias point of view :)

I loosen the wires from me and look at the time. Almost three minutes have passed. That's my girl. I smile a little.

Then Tris opens her eyes with a scream, hitting at her arms, fighting crows that aren't there. With a moan she curls up to a ball and hides her face, sobbing.

I touch her shoulder gently, but flings a fist at me.

"Don't touch me", she cries out.

I ignore her and I stroke her hair softly, trying to comfort her.

"Tris." She doesn't answer me. She drags her hands along her arms, looking like she's trying to brush away the feathers that where everywhere in her simulation.

"Tris", I repeat. "I'm going to take you back to the dorms, okay?"

"No!" She glares at me, but then her voice turns desperate. "They can't see me, not like this."

"Oh, calm down." I roll my eyes at her. They're all like this. "I'll take you out the backdoor."

"I don't need you to…" she shakes her head but doesn't seem able to finish the sentence.

I can't leave her now, not like this. It's strange, that I feel this way about her. I didn't walk anyone else to the dorms, but she's… she's special.

"Nonsense", I say and grab her arm, helping her up, because she looks like she'll fall over if she tried standing up on her own.

The walk to the dorms is silent. Neither of us speaks, until we're a few feet away, when she stops and yanks her arm away from me.

"Why did you do that to me?" Her voice is upset, filled with anger, pain and frustration. I remember those feelings from when I experienced my first fear.

But she… she sounds almost betrayed.

I swallow the anger that bubbles up in me. It isn't like I would want to put her through her worst fears if I had a choice.

"What was the point of that, huh?" Tris continues. "I wasn't aware that when I chose Dauntless I was signing up for weeks of torture."

"Did you think overcoming cowardice would be easy?" I ask her, keeping my voice calm, and ignoring her little tantrum.

"That isn't overcoming cowardice! Cowardice is how you decide to be in real life, and in real life, I'm not getting pecked to death by crows, Four!"

She starts sobbing, covering her face with her palms.

For a moment I feel irritated. But I remind myself that she doesn't know that her fears aren't what's happening in the simulations, but what you feel in them.

"I want to go home", she mumbles and wipes the tears away from her face.

I press my lips together.

I can't pretend like I understand what she's going through. I've never wanted to go home, I've never missed my father. But she needs to stay strong.

"Learning how to act in the midst of fear is a lesson that everyone, even your stiff family, needs to learn. That's what we're trying to teach you. If you can't learn it, you'll need to get the hell out of here, because we won't want you."

I will. I will always want her here. She does belong here, she just can't see it.

"I'm trying. But I failed. I'm failing." She sounds desperate again.

I can't help but sigh. She really has no idea. She's as far from failing as she could get.

"How long do you think you spent in that hallucination Tris?" I ask her.

"I don't know", she says, shaking her head. "A half hour?"

"Three minutes. You got out three times faster then the other initiates. Whatever you are, you're not a failure." I smile at her. "Tomorrow you'll be better at this. You'll see."

It's always harder the first time.

"Tomorrow?" she repeats.

I gently put my hand on her back, suggesting we keep moving.

"What was your first hallucination?" Tris asks me.

"It wasn't a 'what' so much as a 'who", I reply. This is not something I feel comfortable discussing. "It's not important."

"And are you over that fear now?"

"Not yet. I may never be."

I try to act like I'm not affected by being this near her. I lean back against the wall and put my hands in my pockets.

"So they don't go away?" she asks.

"Sometimes they do. And sometimes new fears replace them. But becoming fearless is not the point. That's impossible. It's learning how to control your fear, and how to be free from it. That's the point."

She nods, and her eyes glitter in the blue light as she looks at me.

"Anyway, your fears are rarely what they appear to be in the simulation", I add.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, are you really afraid of crows?" I ask, smiling a little. "When you see one, do you run away screaming?"

"No, I guess not", she admits.

Suddenly she comes closer, leaning against the wall beside me. She turns her head so she's able to look at me.

Even though she stands several inches away from me, I feel the heat of her body.

"So what am I really afraid of?" she asks me.

"I don't know. Only you can know."

She nods, but slowly this time, like she's lost in thoughts.

"I didn't know becoming Dauntless would be this difficult", she admits, but a second after, her eyes turn regretful.

I don't want her to believe I'll see her as weak, that I'll think she doesn't belong here just because she doesn't think Dauntless initiation is easy. It's not.

"It wasn't always like this, I'm told." I shrug. "Being Dauntless, I mean."

"What changed?" Tris asks.

"The leadership. The person who controls training sets the standard of Dauntless behavior. Six years ago, Max and the other leaders changed the training methods, to make them more competitive, and more brutal. Said it was supposed to test peoples strength. And that changed the priorities of Dauntless as a whole. Bet you can't guess who the leaders new protégé is."

She doesn't say anything, but I know she knows whom I'm talking about. I can see it in her eyes. She looks at understanding.

Eric is one of the most brutal, cruel people I have ever known.

"So if you were ranked first in your initiate class", Tris says. "What was Eric's rank?"

"Second."

"So he was their second choice for leadership. And you were their first."

"What makes you say that?"

"The way Eric was acting at dinner that first night. Jealous, even though he has what he wants."

I don't say anything, even though I know that's the same thing as admitting, and I just look at her. She looks back and for a few seconds, we just stand there.

But then she wipes her eyes and combs down her hair with her fingers.

"Do I look like I've been crying?" Tris says.

"Hm", I say, leaning forward.

When she doesn't pull away, I smile and get even closer. I realize she's holding her breath, and I feel breathless to. We're so close now.

"No, Tris. You look tough as nails."

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I agree with a review I got where she/he said that they'd rather read quality posts than rushed ones.

I hope you all understand that is what I'm thinking when I don't post! Because I don't want it to be too short and have bad grammar, which is why it takes time. But I hope you all have patience. I will keep updating. Promise.

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- J