The next morning Tobias and I leave the room earlier than normal to head down to the Pit. I haven't exactly done a lot of training in the past few days and my body sort of misses the burn. I don't know what is coming for us or what is going to happen now that the Bureau knows that we are aware. Or maybe they have always known that we were aware. Maybe that was the plan. Maybe it's the reason we know everything that happened...to give us a second chance. A second chance to bring the city back to what it once was. I don't know how everything is going to work itself out again. Or even if it's possible to get that back. Sure, the rest of the city has no idea what had gone on last year, they're clueless. But the rest of us that have our memories? It's hard to just let something like that go. We've been given a second chance and it would be nice to enjoy it, but I don't know how. I don't know what to do. So Tobias heads to the cafeteria to get some food and I continue on down to the Pit.

My eyes find the punching bag hanging from the ceiling and I feel a sense of ease rush through me as I know that this is what I have needed. Something to hit, a way to let out my emotions. To just...get it all out. I grab some chalk and rub it over my hands as I step toward the hanging mass. I shake out my hands to wake up the muscles in my arms before taking the first punch. The muscles scream with pain as the impact sends a jolt up my arm and the rest of my body begins to wake up as the adrenaline spreads through my body.

Just the one hit was enough for me to ignore everything else. I put all I had into the momentum it took to slam m firsts into the bag. I don't know how long I stood there swinging, but before I knew it, arms were pulling me back and I fell against Tobias' chest. There was this strange noise coming from my throat and it took me a moment to realize that they were tears. I didn't know I could sound like that. I lifted a hand to wipe the tears away, but when I saw how bloody my fists were, I stopped. I fell back against his chest as he held me against him.

"You're okay," he says, his voice soothing and I listen to the sound of voice and try to match my breaths to his.

It takes me a bit, but eventually I am able to talk. "I'm sorry," I tell him.

"What do you have to be sorry for?" he asks me shaking his head.

I swallow and shake my head. "I don't know...everything?"

He presses a kiss to my forehead as he steps away to go get a towel. He dunks it in the water cooler before coming back over to me and pressing it to my fists. A hiss escapes my lungs as I feel a different kind of sting with the cold. I look up at him. "You have nothing to be sorry for," he tells me. "Nothing at all."

I suck in my cheeks and then nod. "Yeah, I know," I tell him. "It's just...it's been so difficult."

He brings my hand to his lips and kisses it softly. "I know," he says. He wraps bandages around my knuckles before tossing the now bloody towel aside. We go sit on the mat and I rest my head on his shoulder. "You've never really had time to relax here. From day one everything has been so stressful. Training, the war, the Bureau. There was nothing to control."

"What if I'm not cut out for it?"

"Cut out for what?"

"Relaxation."

He laughs and it makes me look up at him. "What?" he asks, his smile lighting up his features.

"It's so easy for you."

His eyebrows come together on his head. "No it's not," he tells me. "It definitely isn't."

"Then why don't I ever see you stressing out?"

"Honestly?'

I nod.

"It's because it's not stressful to me," He says. "I've told you how bad it was for me when I found out that you had died. I was a mess. Complete and total mess. But you're here now. And like you said, we don't know for how long or when it's going to end, but we've got this time together. And that doesn't stress me out." I stare up at him and shake my head slowly. He smiles at me. "What?"

"Nothing," I tell him before standing on my toes to press my lips to his. "I love you, you know."

"I know," he replies against my lips.

I shove him off and go over to get some water. He follows me and I can hear him chuckling.

"I love you, too, I mean," he says.

I narrow my eyes at him and I take a drink.

"In all seriousness though," He says taking one of my hands. "We're going to be okay."

"Promise?"

He shakes his head. "I can't promise anything, especially when we don't know everything that's going on. But I can promise to you that I'll be here for everything. I'm not going anywhere."

I nod and set my cup down. I reach up and place my hands on his shoulders, taking a step closer. He puts his hands on my waist. "Okay," I say.

"Okay what?"

"Okay, I will try to relax."

He grins at me. "Good," he says before leaning down and kisses me.

"That's sweet," a voice says from behind us.

It doesn't take my turning around to know who it is. It's Peter. I haven't really been in a room with him since he held a knife to my throat. I start to turn around, but Tobias is already moving.

"What are you doing here?" Tobias asks, his voice hard.

I look down at his fists and they're clenched. He's going to hit him. Or he wants to. I move after him and grab onto one of his hands to try to calm him. Peter looks over at me, the smirk on his face making me feel sick.

"Oh, I'm just passing through," he says. "Is that a crime?"

"Shouldn't you be working?" I ask him.

"I've got a little bit of free time," Peter says. "I spoke to Eric."

I tense and my eyes search his face for what he knows. What could have spoken to Eric about? Peter doesn't remember what happened. And even then, Eric doesn't really have all of the information. But from what he said at the meeting, could he be trying to gather people to take them down? But why would he want that? Going after them could end up killing all of us again.

"What did he tell you?" Tobias asks. It's a good thing that he spoke because I couldn't find the words just yet. My mind was going a million miles a minute.

"He told me that my assignment had changed," Peter says with a grin. "Said that you guys need some help."

That snaps me out of my own mind. "Are you kidding?" I ask. "We don't need you. And we most certainly don't want you around here."

"I don't think you guys have that kind of authority."

I scoff and pull my hand from Tobias. "We'll see about that."

"Tris where are you going?" Tobias asks.

I shake my head and walk out of the Pit. I don't know where Eric is normally at this time, so I just head for the cafeteria. Normal people eat breakfast right? Eric is certainly not normal, but he's got to keep up appearances. He's no longer the scariest person that I have to deal with it. I see him as soon as I enter and I start toward him.

"Eric!"

He looks up, surprised that I would cause a scene. I stop in front of him and I try my best not to let his hard stare look at me. "What do you want?"

"I want to know why you told Peter that we need help."

"Because you do."

"No we don't," I tell him. "We've been doing just fine without anyone helping us out."

"You're not teaching them how to be Dauntless."

"Oh, you mean your definition of Dauntless? Kicking the shit out of someone until they black out?" I ask. "Oh yeah, that's really brave."

"Why do you think you can talk to me like this?"

"You know why," I tell him. "Find Peter another assignment."

"Or what?"

"Just do it," I tell him. "I don't need anything else to worry about right now. So just…back off, okay?"

He stares at me, his jaw clenched. He doesn't say anything for a few moments, but then he nods. "Okay."

His answer surprises me. "What?"

"I said okay," Eric says. "Do you need me to repeat it?"

"Uh…no," I tell him. "Thanks."

I don't waste any time to leave the cafeteria. I don't know what came over me or why I thought it was a good idea to stand up to Eric like that in front of everyone, but I did. And I think that makes me kind of Dauntless. I turn the corner to head back to the Pit and stop when I see Tobias looking at me, his eyebrows raised.

"Oh…hey," I tell him.

He grins at me. "What was that?" he asks, gesturing toward the cafeteria.

"Just you know…talking with a fellow Dauntless."

"You need to be careful with him."

"I'm not afraid of him, Tobias."

"Yeah, I know," he says. "That's what worries me."

"You don't need to be worried," I tell him. "I'm good, I promise."

He lets out a breath and shakes his head. "Alright then," he says. "Shall we head back down then?"

I nod. "Yeah, that would probably be good."