Insurgent (Divergent, #2)

by Veronica Roth

“I only worked there because I wanted to make sure I could get out.”

Oof. Scary.

They often straddle the line between trust and stupidity.

“And you don’t think you’re too old to be with my little sister?” Tobias lets out a short laugh. “She isn’t your little anything.”

he puts his mouth next to my ear and says, “I like your hair that way.”

and I will not jeopardize it now for the sake of sating your selfish curiosity.”

Damn

So I agree. But I do not change my mind.

“Fascinating. Yeah, I know. You always look like someone’s sucked the life right out of you when something fascinates you.”

I don’t know why he acts this way around his father. No one, not even Jeanine, makes Tobias cower.

Maybe bc he abused him????

He looks like a man who has spent most of his life frowning.

And it does seem like a silly thing, slamming your fist into someone else’s body. Like a caress, but too hard.

“Just bounce a little when you walk,” he says, kissing my forehead, “and pretend you’re afraid of their guns”—another kiss between my eyebrows—“and act like the shrinking violet you could never be”—a kiss on my cheek—“and you’ll be fine.”

I love the way this is written. I can see the scene very clearly in my head.

I didn’t realize until that moment that Dauntless initiation had taught me an important lesson: how to keep going.

I get the strange urge to hit my head against the wall. Other people’s sobs make me uncomfortable. It’s selfish of me, maybe.

Same tbh

“My dear girl,” she says. “I am his family. I am permanent. You are only temporary.”

“I’m sorry,” she says. “But we were instructed to arrest you upon your arrival.”

ope 👀

I look older. Maybe it’s the short hair or maybe it’s just that I wear all that has happened like a mask.

Tobias Eaton is a powerful name.

I am the only thing that kept him in the faction he wanted to leave. I am not worth that. Maybe he deserves to know.

“Let the guilt teach you how to behave next time,” my father would say.

Something inside me gets warm and soft. He let me go through it.

We really are the cruelest faction.

Maybe none of the Candor are Divergent.

I would doubt it

The Erudite woman was Cara. Will’s older sister.

ooooffff.

Not like Tobias, who is almost shy when he smiles, like he is surprised you bothered to look at him in the first place.

PLS

I feel a flare of anger—how many things is he going to keep from me?—and try to stifle it.

it wasnt her business.. she has no reason to be mad

We both have war inside of us. Sometimes it keeps us alive. Sometimes it threatens to destroy us.

And some girls might focus on the way his ears stick out, or the way his nose hooks at the end, but to me . . .

Lmao okay degrade him more will ya

“I am not senselessly risking my life. I am trying to make sacrifices, like my parents would have, like—” “You are not your parents. You are a sixteen-year-old girl—” I grit my teeth. “How dare you—” “—who doesn’t understand that the value of a sacrifice lies in its necessity, not in throwing your life away! And if you do that again, you and I are done.”

I think about pressing myself against him, but I can’t, because all our secrets would keep a space between us.

Girl YOU put most of those secrets there

His voice fills the room and makes fear prickle in my chest. His anger seems too sudden. Too strange.

This is the only way to keep from suffocating.

“You die, I die too.” Tobias looks over his shoulder at me. “I asked you not to do this. You made your decision. These are the repercussions.”

She looks fragile, but she is not.

I laugh, mirthless, a mad laugh. I savor the scowl on her face, the hate in her eyes. She was like a machine; she was cold and emotionless, bound by logic alone. And I broke her. I broke her.

Telling me the time is a small act of betrayal—and therefore an ordinary act of bravery. It is maybe the first time I’ve seen Peter be truly Dauntless.

“The serum will go into effect in one minute,” he says. “Be brave, Tris.”

“No,” says Tobias, “I figured I would shoot the bullets out of my nostrils, so I left it upstairs.”

“She’s been through a lot,” Tobias says. “She just needs to sleep. She’ll be down the street—number thirty-seven. Come visit tomorrow.”

My man my man my man

“I’ll be your family now,” he says. “I love you,” I say.

“I do, actually. Because I have seen what happens to people when they hear the truth. They look like they have forgotten what they were searching for, and are just wandering around trying to remember.”

We share a common enemy, but does that make us friends?

“You’re the bravest person I’ve ever met. Stay here. Let yourself mend.”

Ugh I'm so annoyed that he is so understanding and caring while she just lies to his face.

“I also wanted to ask you if we can talk to the Erudite you’re keeping safe here,” I say. “I know they’re hidden, but I need access to them.” “And what do you intend to do?” she says. “Shoot them,” I say, rolling my eyes. “That isn’t funny.” I sigh. “Sorry. I need information. That’s all.”

“May the peace of God be with you,” she says, her voice low, “even in the midst of trouble.”

Every lifted voice sends a jolt through me. I’ve sat through plenty of arguments in my life, mostly in the last two months, but none of them ever scared me like this. The Amity aren’t supposed to argue.

He never told me that an Erudite could offer to help me even after I killed her brother.

“Come on, Insurgent,” he says with a wink.

“Not feeling very Stiff today, Marcus?” says Christina.

“You loved who?” he says, his voice breaking. “Marlene,” says Lynn. “Yeah, we all loved Marlene,” he says. “No, that’s not what I mean.” She shakes her head. She closes her eyes.

“I didn’t think so,” says Johanna. “Do remember, though, that sometimes the people you oppress become mightier than you would like.”