A/N: Exactly 1000 words, that's a relief. This chapter was kind of a risk, as I have exactly no clue how the hell these simulations work (obviously, I'm not Jeanine Matthews), so I kind of made it up as I went. Hope this is okay, please tell me what you think.

Also, as I mentioned in the last chapter, fanfiction STILL doesn't let me post in Welsh, and I have a story sitting in Doc Manager waiting to be posted until they can add it, so PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE email the support email (support ) and tag the 'Subject' like ([category] New Language: Welsh:Cymraeg) Thanks it means SO SO SO much to me! :)

cookiemonster667: Thank you so much for your kind review! I have absolutely no intention of abandoning this fanfiction, I love writing, (even if I can't write in Welsh), and this is one of my favorite hobbies.

QueenOfOlympus223: Oh damn, did I cut the line out on accident? I might not have done a very good copy-and-paste job, but it isn't at the end of the story, it's more in the middle, right around the line "I don't believe you have a choice in the matter." Please tell me if it still isn't showing up, I'd like to know. Thanks for pointing that out to me!

Anyway, enough of my time, enjoy this next update!

Chapter of Divergent (the actual book): 35

Disclaimer: I don't own the Divergent trilogy, or any of the characters. Only George is my creation. Poor George. Maybe I'll write a special side fic about George-who-happens-to-be-in-all-of-my-stories.

After a couple of hours, the blonde finally wakes up. I don't understand why they don't just kill her in her sleep, but I'm okay with watching, as long as she's killed. She tried to kill me, I want to see her killed. Right?

The lights above her flicker, and she looks around, getting a bearing on her surrounds. It's hard to tell where she is in the building, being that the security camera labels have been removed, but I can tell she's in a thick glass tank.

As soon as she realizes she's in a tank, she starts to panic. When I say panic, I mean full on panic. Her fingertips tremble, her eyes dart around, it's almost like she's full on afraid of this.

The memory hits me so hard I almost fall out of the chair.

I see her in a glass box in the initiate training room. Other initiates surround her. She pounds her hands on the glass as the water level rises slowly.

"Hey," she calls. "Let me out of here!"

The water slides up her calves. She pounds on the glass.

"Get me out of here!" The water reaches her thighs as the two initiates closest laugh at her.

"Help!" she screams. "Please! Please help!"

Dread fills my veins.

She floats to the top, and for one horrible moment, I think she's dead. Then she gasps for the last inch of the air.

The simulation is all in your head.

The simulation is all in your head.

Why was I so scared for her? Was I… was I her trainer?

That would explain why I was overseeing her training. But why was I so scared for her?

She slams her heel into the wall, over and over until she is screaming in pain. It burns me inside, and the worst part is, I don't even know why. It shouldn't hurt. But it does.

Her hands drop to her side. Defeat. Acceptance. I don't know what.

Water begins to fill to her thighs.

She stares right at the camera. Right at me.

And then she lets go, floating in the water.

Why?

Then I see a woman standing in front of the cage. She wears Abnegation grey, tainted with other people's blood.

Natalie Prior.

"Beatrice. Beatrice we have to run," she says. How does she know this mystery Beatrice? Hell, how do I know this mystery Beatrice?

They run down the hallway, and I avert my eyes towards the hallway cameral.

"Mom," Beatrice says. So that's how they know each other. The mystery Beatrice was Abnegation. "You were Dauntless."

"Yes. And it has served me well today. Your father and Caleb and some others are hiding in a basement at the intersection of North and Fairfield. We have to go get them." Natalie's voice is soft and kind, and I want to go find it. It sounds like a motherly voice. "There will be time for questions. Now we must go."

She offers Beatrice a gun, and they take off towards Abnegation.

Redirecting the cameras so I can follow their movements, I watch as they pause in the basement of the Abnegation government building.

"How did you know where to find me?" the blonde asks. I don't like the name 'Beatrice', it doesn't really suit her. It's so… Abnegation.

"I've been watching the trains since the attacks started. I didn't know what I would do when I found you. But it was always my intention to save you." Natalie's voice sounds completely candid. I smile to myself.

I wonder what it's like to have a mother.

"But I betrayed you," Bea says. No, I don't like Bea either. "I left you."

"You're my daughter. I don't' care about factions. Look where they got us. Human beings as a whole cannot be good for long before the bad creeps in and poisons us again."

Natalie has that right. I mean, her daughter, who seems like a decent enough person, tried to kill me.

"Mom, how do you know about Divergence? What is it? Why…" the blonde's voice trails off. The blonde is what I have reduced to calling her. The blonde.

Looking down at her gun, she says, "I know about them because I am one. I was only safe because my mother was a Dauntless leader. On Choosing Day, she told me to leave my faction and find a safer one. I chose Abnegation. But I wanted you to make the choice on your own."

Lies, the inner voice inside me says. It's obviously a lie.

"I don't understand why we're such a threat to the leaders," the blonde says, staring out in wonder.

I begin to tune Natalie Prior out as she drabbles on. Echoes of words bounce around my mind.

"We believe in ordinary acts of bravery, in the courage that drives one person to stand up for another."

"Becoming fearless isn't the point. It's learning how to control your fear, and how to be free from it."

"I have a theory that selflessness and bravery aren't all that different."

"I might be in love with you."

The final line runs through my brain over and over again. Who said that? Did I say that? Who was I talking to?

"Are you afraid of me too, Tobias?"

"Terrified."

The context feels wrong.

"I'm going to kill you, Tobias."

It feels more like a wrote thought than an expressive memory.

"Four and Six…"

Four and Six.

The sound of a gun shakes me back to reality. I see Natalie Prior go rigid on screen, and then she collapses, the world painting her red.

The blonde goes still as Dauntless start to run, but she ducks, and they run past.

Suddenly, my mind knows exactly what to call this girl.

Tris.

Yes. I like Tris. It suits her.

Maybe I should tell Jeanine where Tris is going. Maybe I will, but for now something stays my hand.

Something tells me to let Tris Prior go.