Tris's POV

"Can I talk to you alone?"

Tobias looks up from the hotel room paper he was doodling on and meets my gaze. "Sure," He says, climbing off of one of the two rock hard mattresses. "We'll be back," He announces, but it's a small room, so Christina and Uriah clearly heard my question in the first place.

He pushes open the door, and I step outside, clenching my fingers together and beginning to walk down the hallway. I hear the door shut softly, and then Tobias is by my side. "You have questions," he guesses, and I nod.

"How did you know what to say to them? How did you know to say we're from a place called Chicago?"

He sighs and turns to look at me. "You trust me, don't you?"

"Of course I do."

"Then you'll have to trust me when I say I have never lied to you."

"Tobias, you're making me nervous."

"Just listen, okay? I told you I'm unexpectedly good with computers, which is extremely true. I, um, went out of my way to do some research. And while they did a pretty good job of keeping us segregated from the rest of the world, they didn't do a good job of keeping the rest of the world away from us... I learned all about geography, the world, the planets, everything. We're in a country called the United States. It's in North America. We've lived in a state called Illinois and a city called Chicago. I snuck out of the gates once before, and hooked myself up with an ID and credit card, in case of emergencies."

I stare at him. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't think it would ever matter..."

I look away.

"Tris," His voice is low. "I'm sorry, okay? But I was just trying to ensure you made it through initiation and they didn't realize you were divergent. Everything outside Dauntless didn't really matter much."

He has a point—of course he does. He is always right.

"Sometimes I really wish you don't know everything."

He smiles down at me. "I don't. There are a lot of things I don't know."

I just shake my head. "What are we going to do, Tobias? We need to survive in New York," the words roll off my tongue in a strange way. "We need to provide for four people, and who knows how long your emergency funds will last us. What if they find us? How do we survive in this place?"

He sighs. "I'm not sure. The world is enormous. The United States alone make our little home with the factions seem unnoticeable. There's no way they'll find us, hopefully. And we could try to get jobs," He doesn't sound hopeful. "But we didn't even get a proper high school education, you know, the kind of education they require here."

"God, this is so confusing."

"I know," He sighs, "I know."

"At least we're Dauntless. I can't imagine Amity fairing very well out here."

"That's very true. And you know what else? We aren't alone. We have each other, you and me, and we have Christina and Uriah and maybe someday Zeke will make it to us..."

I stop him, turning to face him. "How much money do you have here?"

He thinks for a moment. "Not much. A couple hundred," He shrugs.

"Not enough," I decide. "We can't stay here and eat for any length of time with a couple hundred dollars."

"You're very right," He agrees. "We can try to get jobs."

I nod. "But this place is so weird. What will we do?"

He shrugs. "We stay together and hope for the best."

Christina

"Can I talk to you alone?" I glance up, but Tris's eyes are locked on Four.

"Sure. We'll be back." He gets up and they leave the room together.

"I'm still getting used to that," Uriah says quietly when the door closes.

"What? The two of them?" I shrug. "They were always pretty weird with each other in training. I should have known, I guess."

Uriah sighs. "It's strange."

I smirk at him. "You like her, don't you?"

"No. I used to like her, during training. But now, I don't know, we're better off as friends."

"Because her boyfriend can break your face," I suggest.

He laughs, "No, because Tris is great, but not my type."

I roll my eyes. "Okay."

"What about you?"

"What about me?"

"I don't know. Boyfriend? Four?"

"Tris killed my boyfriend."

Uriah closes his eyes. "Oh, God, I'm so sorry—"

"How about we just pretend this conversation never happened, okay?"

"Sure."

I sit back on the rock hard bed and sigh. "I, for one, am exhausted. I hope the two of them stop making out in a corner and come back so we can go to bed."

"Why are you assuming they're making out?"

"Have you met them?"

The door opens and Tris comes in. Four is, of course, right behind her.

"Alright," She announces. "We've come up with a plan."

"And why weren't we in on this?"

Tris moves her eyes to mine, and I'm surprised by the challenge in them. "I needed to talk to him privately and we just got to tossing ideas around."

Tris has tiptoed around me a lot recently—and with good reason. I honestly debated attacking her the first few times I saw her after I learned the truth...

But this sudden confidence was strange.

"Listen, Christina. I'm sorry, okay? If I felt like I had any other choice, you know I would have avoided even hurting Will. Trust me. And you know what? I have felt horrible, sick to my stomach, entirely guilt-ridden since that day. But I can't change the past. So you're going to have to suck it up and forgive me already, because you told me you did, but I don't believe you. If you don't, I don't see how we can even do this whole working together thing."

I blink at her for a minute. I swallow thickly. "I have forgiven you, Tris," I speak slowly. "I just... I haven't forgotten. I can't forget. I just—"

"You just what, Christina? Do you think you're the only one who lost someone in the damn war?" She runs her hands through her hair angrily. "I lost both of my parents, and my brother is a traitor, and you three are literally the only things I have left and I—" She breaks off and looks away from me. She keeps her eyes on the wall for a really long time. "I'm managing, but I can't deal with you having negative feelings toward me when I only have so much."

I feel my jaw go slack. I watch Four reach out and twist his fingers with hers. It's a simple gesture, but I see her face transform, the tense muscles relaxing a little.

"I'm ... sorry, Tris. I—about your parents and your brother," I can't bring myself to meet her gaze now. "I didn't—"

"You didn't realize that other people felt pain, too." She nods slowly.

"Tris—"

"Okay, how about this? Why don't we just call it even, okay? I was in a bad position and I unwillingly killed your boyfriend and you've been hating me ever since. Can we just let it go now? Because I really need a best friend," her voice shook a little.

I nod. "I'd like that."

She nods, too. "So here's what we decided." She takes a deep breath. "We're getting jobs."