Bobbi has seen some Dauntless parties in her day. The Dauntless don't half-ass anything; they work hard and they play harder. But nothing she has experienced before has prepared her for the party held for the new members of the faction. There is music and dancing and booze and people starting fistfights to celebrate their new status. Bobbi's had so much sugar and caffeine, she doesn't know if she'll ever sleep again.

Instead, she finds Hunter. "Hey, you," she says as she comes up behind him, giving him a playful push on his shoulder.

"Hey, you," he replies. "Congratulations."

"You, too." They are silent for a moment: talking isn't their strong suit, and they both know it. "Want to dance?" she finally offers.

They make their way out onto the dance floor, and lose themselves in the pounding of the bass and the throng of bodies pulsing so ferociously it's as if they are all part of something bigger. That's what Dauntless is, Bobbi realizes, as she spins around Hunter. A place where we're all a part of something bigger. There are flaws in the faction system, but this, right here, this is why the factions were created. She knows without a doubt that she has something in common with every person in the room, and that makes them family, more than she could ever be family to the stuffy Abnegation or the sappy Amity or the know-it-all Erudite or the brutally honest Candor.

He's still got Candor blood running through his veins.

The memory of Mack's words makes Bobbi stumble, tripping over Hunter's feet for the first time. She manages to right herself, but she can't get her mind back into dancing.

Hunter knows there's something wrong—it's because Candor can read people, a tiny voice in her mind nags. He puts his arm around her and leads her off the dance floor to a small couch. He helps her sit, then sits beside her. "Bobbi? You all right?" he asks, his hand warm against her bare shoulder, the pads of his fingers gently rubbing her shoulder blade.

"Yeah, it's just…" She stops, because she doesn't know what's wrong. Is it him? Is it her? Or is it just the universal tragedy of two people who, through no fault of either of their own, combine like gasoline and a spark?

"Bob?" The abbreviated form of her name rolls so easily off his lips, but she can see the tension in his face. "What's wrong?"

"Can we find someplace quieter?" she asks, because right now, the music beating through the room is filling her with Dauntless recklessness, and while that's what all she wants, it's the last thing she needs.

They make their way to a practice room. She realizes it's the same practice room they met in the night Phase 1 ended. Hunter sits down on a bench, his brown eyes digging into her blue ones.

"Bobbi." He takes her hand, pulls her to a seat next to him. Cupping her jawline in his fingers, resting his thumb on the corner of her mouth, he whispers "What is it?"

What did I do to deserve this? This kind, sexy, honest boy who is far too good for me?

"You're shaking. What's wrong?"

She shakes her head and covers her mouth with her hand, tears biting at her eyes.

"I know something's wrong. Talk to me. What is it?"

"You're Candor," she murmurs so softly she doesn't think he could have heard.

He heard. "No," he argues, taking a seat beside her. "I'm Dauntless."

"We can't change who we are on the inside, Hunter." She's speaking so fast now, it's like her voice is a runaway train. "You're always going to have a piece of Candor inside of you, and I'm always going to be me, and there's not a force on this earth strong enough to change that, and I don't want to hurt you, I want you to be happy, because—" She cuts herself off, but he hears what she doesn't say.

Because I love you.

"Bobbi, listen to me. I left Candor. I left because I couldn't live that life. I left, and I left all of my family and everyone I'd known, so don't you think for a second I made that decision lightly." She allows one teardrop to fall. "You think I can't love you because you lie? Everybody lies, Bob. That's why I couldn't stay in Candor; they were wrong. Lying is human, just like being scared is human, and being selfish and cruel and stupid is human. We're not our factions; we're our flaws."

She wipes her face; that one teardrop brought his friends. "If all the factions are wrong, then how did you choose Dauntless?"

"Dauntless and Erudite were the only two that made sense, the only two that didn't deny human nature. Intelligence isn't a photographic memory; it's the love of the search for knowledge. And courage isn't the absence of fear; it's the strength to overcome it."

"How did you choose between them?"

He shrugs. "Blue's not really my color."

She grins. "You're lying."

"Yeah." He takes her hand in his. "Do you still love me?"

She lays her head on his shoulder, and he gently strokes her hair. "Yeah."