Not long after sunrise, I drag myself to the tattoo parlour with a cup of coffee, and start sketching, trying to keep myself awake. Picking up a pencil, I lose myself in half-asleep thoughts, and soon Amar's face smiles up at me from the paper. Sighing, I know that he's not going to leave my thoughts for a long time yet. It's enough to be thinking about them all day; I just want to stop drawing him.

As I start a new sketch, my mind wanders again. Four walks into the tattoo parlour, looking worried. 'Something wrong?' I ask him. 'I'm not really here. I'm supposed to go for a run with Bud, that maniac.' He's all for morning runs, and somehow persuaded me to come along. It seemed a good idea at the time, but while it's cold outside, I'm sorely regretting it. I'm just hoping he'll come here and talk me into it, so I don't have to feel bad.

'I was hoping you'd make an exception,' he replies. I search my mind for various explanations why, and come up with nothing.

'Not many people come in here with urgent tattoo requests,' I say. None, in fact.

'First time for everything,' he replies, as if hearing my thoughts.

'Okay.' I rub my eyes and sit up, hoping the caffeine from my drink will kick in soon. 'You have something in mind?' I ask.

Four hesitates. 'You had a drawing in your apartment when we walked through it a few weeks ago.' Somehow, I instinctively know what he's going to say, even before he says it. 'It was of all the faction symbols together. Still have it?'

Oh, no. A sinking pit of dread fills my stomach. 'You weren't supposed to see that,' is all I can manage. We both know why. It puts all the factions in an equal position. None better than another. Selfless, brave, honest, peaceful and kind. We are supposed to assert Dauntless supremacy in our tattoos; the Dauntless flames, for example.

I know one thing; that's a sure-fire way to be labelled as a faction traitor. With Amar's death so soon and still so fresh in my mind, I don't think I'd be able to cope with that right now.

'That's sort of the point. I want that tattoo,' Four says, confirming my worst fears.

Too loud. My gaze automatically flicks up to the camera in the corner, and, with a shock, I realise Four is already looking at it. Perhaps he's the perceptive type I'd wondered about. 'It was just a stupid drawing,' I say loudly. He catches on instantly and says nothing. Luckily, the cameras are rarely monitored here; what would go on in a tattoo parlour, especially barely an hour after sunrise? More than Dauntless leaders would ever expect, that's for sure.

'Come on, you're clearly upset. We can talk about it, find something better for you to get.'

We walk to the back of the parlour; through the storage room behind it and a corridor, then into my apartment. The table is still covered in drawings; shuffled, creased, but still there. I meant to tidy it up, but with all that's been going on, I never really got round to it. I sift through the sketches and tattoo ideas, ignoring the pang of grief I feel when I see Amar and Georgie's drawing, the one I sketched on the day of his funeral.

I flip it face down so Four doesn't see.

Eventually, I come across the sketch. The Dauntless flames, Abnegation hands, the Amity tree, Erudite eye and Candor scales. One of the best drawings I've done, but undeniably the most dangerous. I hold it up, and he nods.

'I can't do this in a place that people will see all the time. That'll make you a walking target. A suspected faction traitor.'

'I want it on my back. Covering my spine.'

I sigh. If a tattoo on the ribs is painful, the back is much, much worse. 'You really don't do things halfway, do you? It'll take a long time. Several sessions. We'll have to do them in here, after hours, because I'm not going to let those cameras catch it, even if they don't bother to look in here most of the time.'

'That's fine,' he says, perhaps realising my attempt to deter him and perhaps just ignoring it.

'You know, the kind of person who gets this tattoo is probably the kind of person who should keep it very quiet,' I say. The window of opportunity has opened and it won't stay that way for long. 'Or else someone will start thinking they're Divergent.'

'Divergent?' he repeats. I get the sense that he hasn't heard the word before.

'That's a word we have for people who are aware during simulations, who refuse categorisation. A word you don't speak without care because those people often die in mysterious circumstances.'

My elbows are resting on my knees as I sketch the tattoo on transfer paper. A casual position that betrays none of the conflict in my mind. But I can't help looking up, and our eyes meet for a second. Something sparks, and I wonder if he's thinking of Amar, before he says casually, 'Thanks for the vocabulary lesson.'

'No problem. I'm getting the feeling you enjoy putting yourself through the wringer,' I say.

'So?' he asks, a little too defensively.

'Nothing. It's just a pretty Dauntless quality for someone who got an Abnegation result.' I haven't forgotten that. Neither has he. 'Let's get started. I'll leave a note for Bud; he can jog alone just this once.' Perhaps I'm trying to get out of the guilt of not running with him.

I begin to outline the two symbols, Dauntless and Abnegation, on his back. 'Make sure you keep them covered.' I can't help wincing when I see the scarred, rough skin on his back. Scars like that will probably never fade. Just then, it occurs to me that he's trying to cover up the scars. Maybe he is, maybe he isn't, but it's almost heartbreaking all the same.

'It's probably going to hurt more than an ordinary tattoo, because of…' I trail off. What am I supposed to say? Four nods silently, and I switch on the needle. We lapse into silence. He seems tired, and his shoes are muddy. I wonder where he's been, but somehow I stop myself from asking him. The only place where he could pick up mud is the area around the train platform, but why would he be there? My reasoning must be faulty.

After fifteen minutes that may as well be an eternity, Four speaks. 'Do you think we could be the last people in the world?'

It's such an unexpected question, I can't think of a response. Georgie always wondered that, too. 'Maybe,' I manage to respond.

'There's so much out there, but it can't all be factions. You can see further from the Abnegation sector. It's miles and miles of nothing. I saw it from my bedroom window at home.' It's the first time I've heard him ever mention his roots, and briefly struggle for something to say without seeming too awkward.

'I've never really thought about it before,' I say honestly. 'You'd be able to see for miles from the Hancock building. Maybe you'd get a better view from there.'

'Where's that?' he asks, sounding interested. I realise that he didn't go ziplining last time we went, and remember that he was scared of heights. It would have to be one of his worst nightmares to appear in his fear landscape.

'It's a one-hundred storey high building. The Dauntless like to go over to there in big groups, and then zipline down… Some say that the Hancock building was invented for that purpose; it's right in the middle of nowhere.'

Over an hour flies past, and both the tattoos are outlined when Four jumps up. 'Oh, God, I'm late for the leadership meeting.'

'Better run, then.' I quickly cover up the tattoos with a bandage. Hopefully no one will suspect anything; Dauntless get tattoos all the time, and they often take more than one session. 'Keep them covered,' I repeat.

For a long time after he's left, his question echoes in my mind. Something I'd never thought of before, but that I can't stop thinking of now.

Do you think we could be the last people left in the world?

A/N: Aaaaand another chapter up! Writer's block is gone (almost). I've had a ton of ideas for a ton of other fandoms (Warriors, Sherlock, The Hunger Games, Twilight and a couple of others) and am hoping to get them typed up soon. So, what do you think of this chapter?

And a question: What faction would you suit most? I wish I could say Dauntless, because I'm sure I'd get through the most part of initiation, but I don't think I'd survive the fights. It'd probably be Erudite because I'm really intellectual and love reading, but definitely not Abnegation or Candor…

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