The Traitor (Divergent, #0.4)

by Veronica Roth

“You should be careful to communicate exactly what you mean,” Max says, moving closer to me. “Or someone will start to think you’re insulting your superiors.” I don’t respond. He moves still closer. “Or questioning the values of your faction,”

This is what Eric’s new system creates: A brave human being has just defeated one of her worst fears in less than five minutes, an ordeal that takes most people at least twice that time, but she’s terrified to go back into the hallway, to be seen as weak or vulnerable in any way.

“You’re Divergent,” I say.

“Can’t pay respect when you don’t have any.”

“Here’s the part where you figure out my name.”

“Well,” she says factually. “You’re not.”