No one says anything for a long time. I realize belatedly that Tris is watching me, waiting to see if I will back her up.

"I think you're right," I begin. "We'll have to get a team of Divergent together." Tris looks at me gratefully, and I think maybe this trust thing won't be so hard after all. "Though our most immediate challenge is going to be downstairs, dealing with whatever is left of the factions."

Tris gives me a lingering kiss, and I can tell she's ready to stand on her own again. I put her down and join Leo at the surveillance screens. The scene in the lobby is still chaotic, a seething sea of mostly blue and black shirts. Tris never went to Amity in real life, so they are not present, and I assume Jeanine never had the chance to activate the next attack simulation, so the Candor are not there, either. We can see the muddy hues of the factionless blending into the crowd, though.

"Leo," I say quietly, "it's not up to me alone, but I agree with what you said."

He looks at me for a moment, his pale eyes still wary, but there's a hint of light in them now. It's much easier to forget the past when you think you might have a better future.

"Well, we might as well get started," he says, pointing at a corner of the image, where Tori, Harrison, and Evelyn are standing together, tension screaming through the screen. "Let's get down there."

"How's it going, Cara?" Leo calls out to her.

"Well," she says. "I've mirrored everything to the Dauntless computers and am running a program that should wipe the memory of every Erudite computer. It will take awhile to run, though." She hands Tris a chip and a book. "This is your data," she explains, "and this is from Caleb. He wanted you to have it."

Tris gasps and sways. I'm by her side, steadying her, in seconds. "He was really here?" she asks faintly.

Cara nods. "He thought it best that he leave. That's his journal of your simulation - it will help you understand what happened, and maybe it will help you understand him. About halfway through, he has a change of heart and starts writing to you directly.". She pauses. "We couldn't have gotten into Jeanine's computer without him."

Tris squeezes her eyes shut and hugs the book tightly to her chest.

"Oh, and he said to tell you that Edith Prior was your great grandmother."

We all stare at Tris. She opens her eyes. "I wonder why he thinks he knows that," she snaps. "because I sure don't."

Cara shrugs. "There are genealogical records in the Erudite system - maybe he looked at them." She turns to me, handing me a chip, too. "And this appears to be a record of all the known Divergent. Not all of them are dead."

She gets up and goes to Darius. "I'm going to take him to the hospital floor and hope there's a doctor there. Can someone help me carry him?"

No one says anything. I don't think any of us wants to leave Tris, and maybe we're not fully ready to help Leo and Darius just yet.

"Uriah," says Tris, "do you think you could help Cara?"

Uriah looks at her for a few seconds and then says, "I would do anything for you, Tris." He gives her a kiss on the cheek and turns toward Darius.

Tris has a small smile on her face, and her hand is on her cheek where Uriah kissed her.

He crosses the room, moving with the confidence of someone who knows he is handsome and has always been loved, at ease in his own skin. It is impossible not to like Uriah.

Will I lose Tris to him someday, or maybe someone just like him? He is everything I am not, and really, why would she want me, with all the burdens, I carry?

I am startled out of my misery by her hand on my chin, pulling me around to look at her. Her gray blue eyes are bright and thoughtful.

"I still don't understand why you chose me, Tobias" she says softly, pushing her fingers against my lips as I start to protest. "I don't know what you see in me."

She pauses and clears her throat nervously. "I only said it in the simulation, didn't I?" she asks. I know what's she's asking me and try to nod, but the vertebrae in my neck feel locked in a rigid line.

"Remember the ferris wheel?"

My neck unbends a little for a nod.

"The height didn't bother me at all, so at first I couldn't understand why my guts were quaking and I couldn't catch my breath." she traces my lips with her fingers. "and then I realized it was you. I knew how I felt about you in my body before I knew it in my mind."

"It's you, Tobias, and it has always been you. I love you." she leans so close to me that her nose is touching the notch at the base of my neck. "I love you and I am not afraid of what I want. I want you, all of you, just as you are."

I feel as though electricity is surging through the cartilage in my chest as I crush her into my arms and press my hand against her lower back. I kiss her so hard I'm afraid I will hurt her, but she kisses me back with all the hunger and urgency of that last night in Dauntless, before she sacrificed herself to Jeanine. That was the first time - and the only time - we had gotten past her fear of intimacy. And while I know it was what she wanted at the time, I also know it wasn't especially good for her. It hurt too much and was over too fast - it was a first for me, too, after all. But I can tell from the way she's moving against me now that the next time will be better.

"Yeah, okay, people, that's enough!" Christina shouts. Tris and I pull apart in surprise. I glance over at her and see her arms are crossed in annoyance. Uriah is looking at the floor stonily.

Leo has Cara pressed against the wall, his hands pinning hers over her head, and their embrace is so passionate, I feel myself twitch against Tris's waist. "Sorry," I mutter, moving my hips away from her. She smirks and raises her eyebrows at me.

Leo has leaned back. "Cara," he says, looking down. "I think... I want..."

"I sure hope you're not trying to tell me you're married ," she laughs softly. He smiles gratefully at her and kisses her on the nose. "No, no. Not anymore. I'm all yours, if you want a broken down old Dauntless." His forehead wrinkles with concern. "Wait, you're not trying to say you are ?"

"I made a clean break when I left Erudite," she says firmly. "I do not regret my decision.".

"Super!". Christina yells. "You're all going to get laid - great for you. Oh wait, that's right. We're in the middle of a war." I've never seen Christina so angry before, and then I realize why. There are no embraces waiting for her - or for Uriah. Someday I am sure there will be, but now there is only loss and grief for them. And two of the people at least partly responsible for that, are here in the room, making out in front of them. We did not mean to be cruel, but we certainly are being unkind. I flush and look at the floor. Christina snorts. "Now let's get going before the factions kill each other and Leo loses another brother."

From the cold look on Leo's face, I worry that Christina just went too far, but he whispers something in Cara's ear and goes to help Uriah lift Darius. Then he turns to us and says, "ready, Dauntless?"

"And Divergent," Christina says with an embarrassed grin, hooking a thumb at us.

And then we finally leave the room where Tris died and came back to life. Where we saved ourselves and each other. Where our past was rewritten and our future unraveled.

And where we started to tell a new story.

Don't worry! Not the end...