Since I'm on Spring Break and only rewriting, I should be updating fairly quickly. Also, the chapters are pretty short.

Tris looks at David, shocked and frightened. Not because he is alive and breathing but because he is sitting with his memory intact.

"Sorry about injecting you with quadriplegic serum." David smirks, clearly unapologetic.

She stares at him with furrowed eyebrows and asks, "How do you still have your memories? Did I not release the memory serum?"

David loses his calm composure for a second but quickly regains himself. "No, you succeeded." His lip curls up in a cruel manner. "But it does not affect me since I, like you, am Divergent."

Tris only stares at him as she absorbs his information. "Why did you bother saving me? I destroyed your plans with Chicago."

David sighs as she says this and says, "Come on Tris, you're Erudite. Why don't you try and figure it out. But she already guessed his reason; she only wanted to confirm it. "It's because I'm the most successful experiment isn't it?"

David smiles and nods. "I knew you could do it."

"What are you going to do with me?" Tris asks.

David responds, "Well, you can't go back to Chicago because everybody there thinks you're dead, so you'll be moving to the country's capital. There, you will complete some missions for me."

Tris glares at him and says, "No, I won't." David sighs when he hears that, clearly tired of her, but asked, "Don't you care about Tobias' life?"

Tris looks at him with her jaw clenched. "Will I ever get to see Tobias again?"

He answers, "You will, but not him. Depends on how well you do your job." She chews her bottom lip then snapped, "Fine."

Tobias

I steal a vial of memory serum and a truck, ready to forget about the pain over Tris' and Uriah's deaths. I drive back to my original home in Abnegation, afraid that I would remember them again in Dauntless and that I would make Zeke feel the anger I feel towards David.

I walk through my house, taking one last look. As I walk into the bathroom, I smile at the memory of Tris first telling me that she loves me. I turn towards the mirror to cut my hair.

I pull out the memory serum and get ready to forget everything when a familiar voice stops me. "Matthew told me you stole some of the memory serum and a truck. I have to say, I didn't really believe him."

I let out a huff of breath and say, "I can't stand it anymore. I can't stand the pain anymore."

Christina, obviously disappointed, says, "So much for being 'Four, the Dauntless Prodigy,'" making air quotes around my Dauntless fame, "my Dauntless instructor too."

I shrug and mutter, "Well, now I'm going to be Tobias Johnson, son of Evelyn Johnson and Abnegation citizen."

She seethes and says, "Tris would hate what you have become." That's when I lose it.

I lunge toward her, pinning her shoulder to the wall, and lean closer to her face.

"If you dare suggest that again," I say, "I'll—"

"You'll what?" Christina shoves me back, hard. "Hurt me? You know, there's a word for big, strong men who attack women, and it's coward."

I remember my father's screams filling the house, and his hand around my mother's throat, slamming her into walls and doors. I remember watching from my doorway, my hand wrapped around the door frame. And I remember hearing quiet sobs through her bedroom door, how she locked it so I couldn't get in.

I step back and slump against the wall, letting my body collapse into it.

"I'm sorry," I say.

"I know," she answers.

We stand still for a few seconds, just looking at each other. I remember hating her the first time I met her, because she was a Candor, because words just dribbled out of her mouth unchecked, careless. But over time she showed me who she really was, a forgiving friend, faithful to the truth, brave enough to take action. I can't help but like her now, can't help but see what Tris saw in her.

"I know how it feels to want to forget everything," she says. "I also know how it feels for someone you love to get killed for no reason, and to want to trade all your memories of them for just a moment's peace."

She wraps her hand around mine, which is wrapped around the vial.

"I didn't know Will long," she says, "but he changed my life. He changed me. And I know Tris changed you even more."

The hard expression she wore a moment ago melts away, and she touches my shoulders, lightly.

"The person you became with her is worth being," she says. "If you swallow that serum, you'll never be able to find your way back to him."

The tears come again, like when I saw Tris's body, and this time, pain comes with them, hot and sharp in my chest. I clutch the vial in my fist, desperate for the relief it offers, the protection from the pain of every memory clawing inside me like an animal.

Christina puts her arms around my shoulders, and her embrace only makes the pain worse, because it reminds me of every time Tris's thin arms slipped around me, uncertain at first but then stronger, more confident, more sure of herself and of me. It reminds me that no embrace will ever feel the same again, because no one will ever be like her again, because she's gone.

She's gone, and crying feels so useless, so stupid, but it's all I can do. Christina holds me upright and doesn't say a word for a long time.

Eventually I pull away, but her hands stay on my shoulders, warm and rough with calluses. I offer the vial to her, and she takes it and pockets it.

About halfway through Tobias' part belongs to Veronica Roth. I just felt that it's an important part of the book.