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"Good," one of the Erudite says. "We can continue tests on him, his Divergence is strong enough."

"What?" I asked. "Why do you need to do tests on me?" I moved forward to grab the shirt of the Erudite scientist, but a Dauntless traitor caught me and held me back. "WHY?" I yelled.

The look in his eyes told me everything.

"Jeanine wants to use you for the tests," was all that he said. But I could glean everything from that one sentence.

It had only been a few days, but my two weeks were up.

I strained against the guard. "I want to see her!" I yelled. "I need to see her!" I had to see if she was still alive. My heart hammered when my mind conjured up an image of her, lifeless and cold in front of Jeanine.

I yell for an hour, the guard finally letting me go, exhausted, when he finally realized I wasn't trying to kill the Erudite scientist anymore, that I just wanted to look through the window. I just wanted to get out of this room.

The guard had to kick me back when he and the scientist left.

"Tris!" I yelled. "I want to see her!" I turn toward the wall. I screamed as I hit the walls, not caring who was watching me through the security cameras, my lungs dying inside of me.

I heard a tap on the glass behind me, a small hand pressed up against the glass. I ran to the glass to see Tris reaching up. I almost think I'm hallucinating, but it's definitely her. She looks resigned. She looks… done.

I press my hand to the glass, lining my fingers up with hers until her hand disappears beneath mine. Her eyes are already so far away.

I press my forehead against the glass, closing my eyes tightly, trying to contain the sob building up in my throat.

But when I look up, I wish I hadn't even blinked.

I see her small form retreating, Peter at her side. But even he must know that her death is wrong. His shoulders look burdened, and his face is cast downward. Even someone as terrible as Peter couldn't take joy in this moment.

She disappears around a corner, and I try to fight the pit opening up in my stomach, telling me that was the last glimpse I'll ever see of her.

Ouch, that one was hard to write. Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed the chapter.

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Katelyn