United.
Tris stood at the edge of the pit like she had a thousand times before. She stood tall, with her hands clasped behind her back and the toes of her black boots just barely over the edge. Her eyes were down cast and her mind was racing.
How was she going to do this?
The thought ran rampant in her mind.
She was just one girl. One short, tired, confused sad girl. She wasn't inspirational or focused or even happy. She wasn't honest or confident and she didn't know the first thing about leading a nation.
How was she going to do this?
How the fucking hell was she going to do this?
She knew what she needed to do. That wasn't the problem, she knew what to do in that department, but the actual doing; that got her stuck.
There were just so many of them. All with different ideas and strategies and opinions of what their endgame should be; how was she supposed to consolidate them all? Was that even possible? Tris didn't know.
Tris didn't really know all that much anymore.
She did know some things, though.
She knew she had to find I way to get these people to trust each other, to want to fight together.
You couldn't do anything without a common want, a will. She knew that, too.
But how? How could she convince a group of betrayed and war weary people to trust her and their fellow Dauntless with their lives after what they just went through? Trust was what had gotten them into this mess in the first place!
Tris sucked in a deep breath and slowly opened her eyes, casting them down at the Dauntless members below her.
The Pit wasn't as full as usual; it hadn't been for a while. Most people were still I the infirmary, healing, and those with families were usually surrounded by them.
Maybe that was a starting point, Tris though with minuet interest as she watched a couple of small, black clad children pull a women with blue hair over toward the infirmary doors, a spiky red-headed man fallowing them.
Maybe if she could get people to see Dauntless as one big family, as corny as it sounded, then maybe, just maybe, they would have a chance at standing together, of unity.
Because if there was just one thing Tris knew, it was that if you did not stand united, you did not stand at all.
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