Since I failed to but an update up for Something New today... eat this omitted scene as your meager substitute.
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Four's hand ached with the added blood from being thrown up and down with each pump of his legs, but he grimaced through it.
Rafael, on the other hand was winded, panting on the side having been cajoled into attempting a work out he wasn't prepared to try. It wasn't dissimilar to how he watched Four's punishing regime in Milwaukee, and at least he wasn't frozen to the ground. Watching Four rush back and forth, tagging lines drawn on the ground with each direction change was like watching a machine progress through a pattern. Until his legs gave out and he was belly down sliding on the surface, heaving for air.
"You wouldn't have to work that hard." Amar took a seat on a bucket next to him so he could watch and pull out his stack of folders.
"What do you mean?"
"If you joined Dauntless, we have a minimum standard and that's not it." He pointed as Four was pushing himself up with a groan and then fell into fast rhythmic push ups. "What he does is above and beyond."
"Then why does he do it?"
"He's not good at moderation."
"Doesn't seem healthy."
"For him, it's better than the alternative." Amar commented, cryptically. "You know, if you're going to be here, you might as well try look like you're keeping up." He suggested, dismissing him back to join Four in much slower push ups and started to take notes on the potential initiate.