It's the final day of Phase 1 of initiation. This is the final day of fights, of the physical side to being Dauntless. May has told them that the next phase is an emotional challenge, but she failed to elaborate on what that entails. But right now, Leo is more concerned with just making it to the next phase.

His ranking is still sixth out of ten. The transfers are not told what the scores of the Dauntless-born are, but Fitz is too afraid to assume that even one of them is lower than his. If that assumption is false, he will be cut. And if he slides any more in the ranking, his odds of becoming a full-fledged Dauntless member grow even slimmer.

His one comfort is that Skye is no longer last. In fact, she is now ranked higher than him. Her fight with Riley marked a turning point for her. Her strength makes up for her slight stature, and as soon as she lost her fear of hitting people, she moved up quickly the ranks, to fourth. Regardless of how well the Dauntless-born score, if she can maintain her rank, she will have a spot in the second round of initiation.

He spots his own name in the list. He's paired up against Alison, the taller of the two girls from Erudite. "Ooh, rough," Skye comments when she sees his match. "She's got a mean left hook." She hesitates a moment before asking "Are you…are you going to be okay, fighting someone from your old faction?"

"Actually, I've been looking forward to this day for a really long time," he confides.

"Really? You two don't get along?" she asks.

"No, she…" He's unsure of how much to tell Skye, how much he can talk about his old home without being accused of being a faction traitor. "She said some mean things to my sister."

"I didn't know you had a sister. How old is she?"

"She's my twin."

"She didn't choose Dauntless?"

"No, she stayed back in Erudite." Eager to change the subject, he asks "Do you have siblings? Amity families are usually big, aren't they?"

"Usually, yeah. But I'm an only child." Off his curious look, she adds "My childhood was kind of…weird."

"Oh, god," he whispers, distracted from the discussion of old factions.

"What?" she asks.

"Look at who you're paired with."

Next to the name "Skye" on the chalkboard is the name "Ward."

"Last fight of the day, too," she notes. "Clearly they want a good show before they make their decision."

"You'll be able to do it," he reassures her. "Even if you lose, you won't lose many points. He's ranked first for a reason. They can't penalize you too much for losing to him."

"Leo and Alison, you're up," May calls.

As he's making his way into the ring, Skye stops him. "What's your sister's name?"

"Jemma," he says. It's the first time he's said it out loud since the day he joined Dauntless, and the sound of her name is like a knife in his gut.

Skye nods. "Do it for Jemma."

Jemma. The name resonates in his head as he steps into the ring and faces Alison. As he looks into Alison's eyes, the sound of Jemma's sobs rings in his memory. Do it for Jemma.

Alison strikes first, a punch aimed at his chest. He's able to block it and deflect most of the impact, and he uses that momentum to take a shot at her face. It's a cheap shot, sure, but Alison has taken some cheap shots, too.

"What's wrong, Jemma?"

"She called me"—she sniffles—"she called me a fat pig. She said no one likes me and that I'm never going to be anything but a know-it-all."

A snap kick, straight to Alison's ribs. He can't quite break bone yet, but he does manage to knock the wind out of her. He uses that to his advantage, aiming a knee at her lower abdomen.

"She didn't mean it. I'm sure she didn't mean it."

"She did!" Jemma insists. "She did."

One more kick to the back of Alison's knees, and she's on the ground. Fitz grabs a handful of blond hair and aims for the nerve in her neck that he knows will render her unconscious. This is where Erudite training and studies of anatomy come in handy. He strikes and misses.

"She's just mean," he says, trying to sooth her. "Some people are just mean."

"Why?"

Leo hates not knowing things. He hates being unable to answer a question. But more than anything, he hates seeing his sister distraught. So it kills him to smooth her hair, to hold her close and whisper "I don't know."

Another strike, and he feels the nerve respond to his hand. Alison goes limp, but her head remains upright because he's still holding onto her hair. With more force than is strictly necessary, he throws her head against the floor of the ring.

"That's for my sister," he whispers, so softly no one will hear.