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Who knew talking involved leaving Dauntless Headquarters to take the train to a random destination?

Tris knew where we were going. She would tell me.

As the train came, Tris hopped on, and held out her hand.

I grabbed it and let her pull me in.

"Next time, I got it." I said, brushing my lips against hers.

She rolled her eyes. "Okay."

I smiled.

"So, what did you want to tell me?" I ask, taking her hand in mine.

She doesn't smile back, but instead gets tense.

I rub her back gently. I had to be patient with her if she did plan on telling me.

"Okay." She breathed. "You know the glass box fear?"

I nodded.

"The glass wasn't supposed to shatter that way."

I knew that already. It was why I pummeled her with questions as soon as the simulation ended. And I'm sure it was why she avoided me all afternoon.

I nodded once again, pushing my thoughts back.

She sighed and didn't speak for a few seconds.

What was up with her? She could tell me. She knew that she could. But why was it so hard for her? I was taking it seriously. Her seriously.

I squeezed her hand.

Spit it out.

She looked at me, and the only expression on her face was regret.

"We shouldn't have done this." She said.

I looked down at her.

Was she serious? She said that she would tell me. Was it really that bad? We couldn't start hiding things from each other. Not now.

"Tris, please." I squeezed her hand once again.

She looked at the ground, and I instantly lifted her chin up. "Tell me."

And then the tears came.

I tried my best to calm her down, rubbing her back, holding her hand, and kissing her.

All only partially working.

Her tears were silent, no sobs, a gag here and there.

I gave her time, and finally, she spoke again.

"If I tell you," She breathed unevenly. "You have to keep your mouth shut."

She closed her eyes. "Because it could get me killed."

I my hands went from hers to back to her waist.

I swore to myself that I would tell nobody, not even my parents, if it was going to kill her. This seemed important. This was important.

I pecked her on the cheek. "Okay, baby."

Her eyes slowly open.

"Really, Peter. It's not a joke. I'm not even supposed to be telling you this."

I nod, as my grip on her waist tightened. "I will." I say. "I care about you to much to get you killed."

She brings a hand through her hair.

"I'm Divergent." She says. "Do you know what that means?"

I hesitate before shaking my head.

I was sure that I heard it before, though.

In my old faction, maybe? Here at Dauntless?

It then struck me. Eric's last words.

Of course, it wasn't detergent. I almost laugh at myself for considering it.

It was Divergent.

The setting that night all made sense.

"You are. I know it." Eric yelled at someone from downstairs.

"No, I'm not." I heard someone respond stubbornly. I recognized the voice immediately.

I didn't dare move.

He paused for a few more seconds, then continued. "Then what about the simulation? Your aptitude test?"

I was confused. Very.

What was he talking about? Why were her tests important?

I felt my brow furrow in concentration. I was missing something. The main idea.

Tris didn't respond, so I bit my lip. This had to be something bad. Eric sighed out of irritation.

"Let's go." He said. "I think you need a little motivation."

I snap back to reality.

I realized how important this was.

If even a Dauntless leader was willing to kill her, it had to be dangerous.

"As far as I know, I am immune to any simulation." She wore a serious expression. "I got more than one faction on my aptitude test."

I kept a straight face as she continued.

"I'm told it's dangerous." She said. "I'm supposed to tell no one."

My brows went up. "You trust me with your life?"

She nodded. "I don't want any barriers between us, either."

I felt a twinge of happiness. She wanted nothing coming between us. She would rather lose her life than not be with me. I took her in my arms, smiling.

She sighed, and waited for me to pull away, not hugging back.

When I did, I stopped smiling.

She looked at me with a serious expression. "Tell nobody. Not Molly, not Drew, not even your parents. Understood?"

I nodded. "I won't, okay?" I said. "I wouldn't dare if it put your life at risk."

She leaned against my chest, this time, letting me hold her. I breathed soothing words into her ear, as she began to calm down.

"So why'd you break the glass like that?" I asked. "If you knew it could expose you."

She sighed. "I saw you drowning, and I knew you couldn't hear me, so I..." She paused. "I thought of a way that would get us all out."

I closed my eyes.

She was in some trouble. Surely the transfers would ask about it.

And they would know more about Divergence than I would.

My eyes refused to open as I said the next sentence.

"You," I started. "Have a death wish."

Heheheh, remember that? Oh mai gawsh I'm such a thief, but I can't help it. xD