Insurgent (Divergent, #2)

by Veronica Roth

“May the peace of God be with you,” she says, her voice low, “even in the midst of trouble.” “Why would it?” I say softly, so no one else can hear. “After all I’ve done . . .” “It isn’t about you,” she says. “It is a gift. You cannot earn it, or it ceases to be a gift.”