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CASSIA'S POV

The bullet wound still throbbed. I wanted to cry, but I didn't.

I sat over Nick, who was cut and bruised from head to toe, bandaging him. He was barely talking.

"Shouldn't you be resting?" he rasped. "Ow."

I managed a small laugh. "Not until you're all fixed up."

"Cassia, you're probably one of the stupidest people I've ever met," he said. That was probably his version of a thank you.

After I finished with Nick, I pulled my knees up to my chest and covered my face with my hands. My friends and sisters were all sitting with me.

A small girl who I learned was Peters sister named Nadia, sat next to me. I recognized her. She was the girl who read to me after the... incident on the train. She looked at me like she wanted to ask me if I was the girl who came to her house in the middle of the night, but she didn't.

ROBERTS POV

I sat next to Cassia, who was culled up in a ball. I patted her back, trying to reassure her. I heard her sniffling a little.

"They got some information from Jeanine's computer," said Stella, sitting down next to us. She seemed flustered. Her cheeks were red and her eyes were panicked. I couldn't blame her. A bunch of people probably tried to kill her in the attack.

Cassia raised her head. "What information?"

Stella was about to respond, but an image of a woman appeared on one of the walls. Cassia and I glanced at each other.

"Hello," said the woman. "My name is Amanda Ritter. In this file I will tell you only what you need to know. I am the leader of an organization fighting for justice and peace. This fight has become increasingly more important—and consequently, nearly impossible—in the past few decades. That is because of this."

Images flashed across the wall. A man on his knees with a gun pressed to his forehead. The woman pointing it at him, her face emotionless.

From a distance, a small person hanging by the neck from a telephone pole.

A hole in the ground the size of a house, full of bodies.

Fear bloomed in my chest. I wanted to cry and scream. I had to bite my tongue to not do so.

"You do not remember any of that," she said. "But if you are thinking these are the actions of a terrorist group or a tyrannical government regime, you are only partially correct. Half of the people in those pictures, committing those terrible acts, were your neighbors. Your relatives. Your coworkers. The battle we are fighting is not against a particular group. It is against human nature itself—or at least what it has become."

Jeanine tried to murder and entire Faction, she murdered my parents, to keep us all ignorant and safe and inside the fence. I could see why she did that. I actually might have done the same.

"That is why you are so important," Amanda said. "Our struggle against violence and cruelty is only treating the symptoms of a disease, not curing it. You are the cure.

"In order to keep you safe, we devised a way for you to be separated from us. From our water supply. From our technology. From our societal structure. We have formed your society in a particular way in the hope that you will rediscover the moral sense most of us have lost. Over time, we hope that you will begin to change as most of us cannot.

"The reason I am leaving this footage for you is so that you will know when it's time to help us. You will know that it is time when there are many among you whose minds appear to be more flexible than the others. The name you should give those people is Divergent. Once they become abundant among you, your leaders should give the command for Amity to unlock the gate forever, so that you may emerge from your isolation."

"The information in this video is to be restricted to those in government only," Amanda said. "You are to be a clean slate. But do not forget us."

She smiled a little.

"I am about to join your number," she said. "Like the rest of you, I will voluntarily forget my name, my family, and my home. I will take on a new identity, with false memories and a false history. But so that you know the information I have provided you with is accurate, I will tell you the name I am about to take as my own."

My entire life has been a lie? I wanted to ask a million questions. Cassia grabbed my hand and gripped it.

"My name will be Edith Prior," she said. "And there is much I am happy to forget."