Amar's return had been about as much his choice as when he left. When the government swarmed into the Bureau the weeks following the wipe, they removed him from the security forces under suspicion of conspiring with Tris. Told him he'd be in a desk job or nothing. It was just the push he needed to come home. It wasn't easy. He had to convince George to live with the constant reminder of his sister, and take a heavy dose of truth serum to convince the leadership that he was there for the right reasons. Not, as some whispered, as some spy for the outside. Over all, the mood was jovial, if not slightly confused, when the two of them slid into a small apartment after a thorough greeting by friends and acquaintances.
With the leadership decimated, he thought they might ask him onto the council, but the suspicions persisted beyond the serum. And so he had to settle back into the periphery of his previous position, training programs and maintaining the equipment that went with that. Without Four to help, he'd hoped Lauren would fill the role. And while she'd been assisting occasionally, she'd become uncomfortable with combat training and coddled the members that suffered similarly. And she wouldn't run the simulations, she barely made it through her own. Four coming back was like a light in the tunnel.