Tobias's POV
After the boy Tris was talking to leaves, I walk away from the fence towards her. I don't want Eric to taunt her, so I should her the differences of what she can get away with and what she just shouldn't do.
"I'm worried you have a knack for making unwise decisions." I say it, but it comes out harsher than I would like it to.
Her arms cross. "It was a two minute conversation."
"I don't think a smaller time frame would make it any less unwise." I feel my eyebrows move and I attempt to touch her bruised eye with my fingertips, but her head jerks back. My hand doesn't move.
I tilt my head a little and sigh, wishing she wouldn't have moved her head. I cover the sigh with words, hoping she won't know the real meaning behind it. "You know, if you could just learn to attack first, you might do better."
"Attack first?" She says. "How would that help?"
"You're fast. If you can get a few good hits in before they know what's going on, you could win." I shrug and let my hand fall.
"I'm surprised you know that since you left in halfway through my one and only fight." She says.
"It wasn't something I wanted to watch."
And it was true. I don't want to watch her get hurt, and I couldn't stop it without raising suspicion, or getting Eric on me. But then again, I don't really care about Eric.
I clear my throat. "Looks like the train is here. Time to go Tris."