From Shauna's perspective

We are all silent on the train to Amity. Uriah stands by the window, his back to us, looking out over the landscape as it speeds by. Tris is on the floor, in a corner, wrapped in a black sweater that I recognize now as Four's. It makes her look even smaller than she already is. Her eyes are closed, but she is rocking back and forth slightly, and I can see her lips moving in some sort of prayer. It sounds like the same prayer she and Four had said together when he taught her how to throw a knife.

I have no such comforts. Zeke is gone. I loved him, though I never told him. It wasn't that kind of relationship. I struggle to wrap my head around the idea that he's dead. I keep expecting to hear him laugh, but I know I won't. I held him and watched as the life slipped from his eyes. It only took a second. He hadn't wanted to hold us up. Zeke died a soldier's death, saving his friend's life. I know that's the only way he'd have ever wanted to go. He'd have done it for any one of us, without hesitation - but I know he'd have been glad it was Four.

He loved Four. I can almost see him, the last time he and Four sparred, telling him so. I never understood why, though. Zeke was so generous with his friendship – for him it was always more than that, always love, but Four never let anyone in. Even when Four was training me, for hours every night, I know I never even scratched the surface. It bothered me, but it never bothered Zeke. He didn't need anything in return. I stop myself, knowing I'm being unfair. I was jealous of their bond. Zeke told me once that Four had done something for his family, something that saved them – and that it had been dangerous. If Four had been caught, he'd have been killed. He never told me what it was, though. And now I'll never now.

I glance back at Tris. She looks so fragile. Listening to her tell Four's mother everything that had happened, it was hard to believe that she had borne it all, but she had. I know she must feel terrible guilt, and I try to think of something to say to her, but everything that comes to mind sounds pointless and inadequate.

"We're here." Uriah says. His voice is flat and tired.

We jump from the train, and find ourselves in a field. It's almost dawn, and the Amity are already out working. Tris leads the way, silently. When we reach someone, a young man in a red checked shirt and straw hat, she says, simply, "We're looking for Katrina."

He squints at her and points toward an enormous oak tree in the distance.

I glance at Uriah, filled with apprehension, but he just nods, and we both follow Tris. We're too tired to think. When we get to the tree, I see there is a door, hidden in the trunk. It opens, and a tall, dark-skinned woman beckons us inside. "I'm Katrina. Come." We descend a narrow, winding staircase, carved into the earth and tree roots. It feels suffocating, though there is plenty of air to breath. We follow her down a long hallway, which finally opens into a larger gallery. To my relief, Hana is there. Uriah rushes to her, and she embraces him. She studies me and Tris carefully. Then she turns back to Uriah.

"Zeke?" Uriah shakes his head. He doesn't need to say the words. Hana closes her eyes in pain, but makes no sound. After a moment, she opens them again. "And Four?"

This time, I answer. "Alive… we think. He was hurt. We took him to his mother."

Surprise registers on Hana's face. "His mother is alive?"

I nod. "She's with the factionless now," I tell her.

Hana goes to Tris now, putting her hand on her cheek. "I'm surprised you let them bring you here without Four."

"She sent us away. I told her what happened." whispers Tris, but Hana shushes her, and pulls two envelopes from her pocket.

"When I saw you, I knew you looked familiar. I didn't figure out who you were, though, until after you'd gone." She places the envelopes in Tris' hands. "These are from your mother. She and Katrina were my closest friends, growing up in Dauntless. She wrote the first one before she left for Abnegation, and made me promise to give it to you if you chose Dauntless. The second one came about nine years ago. I've never opened them." Tris nods quietly and puts them in her pocket.

Hana turns to speak to all three of us now. "We're safe here, for now at least. Go and get some sleep. I'll explain more later."

We're each led to alcoves, carved out of the earth, and lined with mattresses and linens. I wish I were back in the stone fortress of Dauntless. I wish Zeke were with me. Uriah climbs up and lies on his back, his hands behind his head, looking straight up. Tris faces the wall, with her knees to her chest, and doesn't move. I climb into mine last. I don't expect to sleep, but mercifully, I soon fall into a deep, dreamless slumber.

I wake to find Uriah shaking me, gently. "It's time", he says. I rise without speaking, and cross over to the other side of the room to wake Tris. She comes to with a start, looking around her as if she's trying to understand where she is. "We're going to say goodbye to Zeke," I tell her.

She follows me out to the clearing, and we find Uriah, Hana, and Katrina around a small fire. I dread this, but I know it has to happen tonight - it's our tradition to say goodbye to a fallen soldier before the next sunrise. Dauntless funerals don't involve burials. For us, the body is only a shell, and when life leaves it, it becomes worthless – something to be discarded. Still, it pains me to think of him, lying alone in the Erudite library, next to Eric. I want to hate Eric, and I want to take strength from that hatred, but my sorrow overpowers every other feeling I have.

Out here in Amity, with no City lights, the stars are incredibly bright. They seem closer, somehow. Katrina holds Hana's hand as she looks up into the night sky. "Goodbye Ezekiel!" Hana shouts. "You were beautiful, my darling sweet boy!" Uriah follows, bidding farewell to his brother, as loudly as he can, sending it upward into the heavens. Tris is quieter, thanking him for saving Four. I am last. I have only one thing to say. I take a deep breath, filling my lungs with the night air. It stings, but I don't care.

"I love you Zeke!" I make it as loud as I possibly can, so he'll hear it. "I. Love. You!"

Uriah turns to Hana. "Will you sing it, Mama?

She smiles, softly, but shakes her head. "No baby, I can't."

"I'll do it, then." He closes his eyes for a moment, steadying himself.

Uriah's voice is sweet and true as he sings, and the words float out across the starlit field. "Two little boys, had two little toys…" I know the words well, but I don't join in. This was Zeke and Uriah's song – Zeke told me once that Hana used to sing it to them. Like all Dauntless lullabies, it's about war, and bravery – and the bonds among soldiers. When the two boys in the song were children together, one of the boys helped the other mend his broken toy, and later on, when the other is lying wounded on the battlefield, his friend remembers, and saves his life. My heart aches at hearing it, but I keep listening, for Zeke's sake.

"…When we grow up, we'll both be soldiers, and our rifles will not be toys."At this, Uriah's voice breaks slightly, but he wills himself to continue. "…I wonder if we'll remember when we were two little boys…"

A/N As always, I appreciate your suggestions and comments. Thanks for reading. My UK readers will know that 'Two Little Boys" is a real song. There are many versions, but the one I know sounds most like (but not exactly like) Sinead O'Connor's version, you can find a video of her singing it as an encore if you search the internets. I sing this song to my own sons, actually, but I only sing them the first verse – they are still two little boys.

Thank you triseat0n for your helpful critique!

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