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you picked the w r o n g side, agent.

she nodded her head, eyes focused as he began to talk. whatever it was, it was something he wanted to talk about. something that was eating at him. she had gotten good at reading people over the last month or so, and she stayed quiet, nodding her head for him to continue. as she listened, she began to think of al, her friend who had jumped. it had been one of the first people to die because of her. it still left a bitter taste in her mouth to this day, to think of him jumping because she was too selfish to forgive him. she took in a deep  breath, running a hand through her hair as she tried to listen, tried to make some sense of what he was saying. she finally nodded her head, knowing that feeling all too well.                survivors guilt. she breathed out, shaking her head before she finally ran both hands through her hair, trying to think and really process everything she’s been told.          ”it sounds like a punishment to me,” she           said lowly. “you might be divergent, but           you still have to see all the loss around           you. be reminded of the ones you           couldn’t even save. it’s a reminder that           even though we’re impermeable to most           serums, we’re aren’t to pain. to what           we’re still forced to see.”

and it did. the bureau was always out to punish everyone that took part in the war that ultimately divided an entire nation. in time they would all be absolved for their efforts, perhaps sooner than later if beatrice took the lead in a revolution. a rebellion of such dire volume would be destined for a divergent; they were the only subjects that could bring peace and dispose of the vile corruptions that plague the system.                     "it defeats the purpose         their purpose.                      inducing   fear  only  makes  things worse.                     bravery is nice, but seeing someone you                     grew fond of - at that point - it wasn't even                     about bravery anymore." it was always about power. the government lost their grip and all of the states fell into a destructive purge. the major cities became prisons to rebuild what was lost. with the leadership of the country vanquished - what was left formed the bureau and applied science this time around.                  "kind of strange, isn't it? sometimes it's hard                   to believe that eric was my son."                   power did that to people. turned them to the dark.

       Not entirely true but the lessons they        taught  weren’t  fit  for  repeating. He        didn’t  look  that  bad  but then again        they  never did on first glance. It was        only  when  you  got  closer  that you        realized first  impressions were often        misleading. Precisely the reason she        didn’t trust her eyes.

              "o          oh. i'm sorry." joel often took his parents for granted and naturally assumed that the rest of the world worked the same way. not to seem highly narrow minded, the man just saw so much good in the world that he foolishly forgot about the carelessness of others. not that he fully remembered the humans that gave him life, there were times in which flashbacks rudely interrupted joel's train of thought.

   ’I’ve perfected it. They    won’t k n o w.’

            "i truly hope so                                i can't save you after this."                

                                                                                                          - mcr

If he dies, we die.

                       THEN   IT’S   BETTER   TO   ＦＯＲＧＥＴ.

And after the hours that had passed to get to this location, even if the eager welcome they had received the words still that seemed to be meant for her sparked a certain interest. She let out a faint scoff.                            ’ Must be your lucky day then.                                       Because I am.’

                "are you deaf? or just dumb? you                     NEED to get OUT OF HERE." joel was tall, towering over the little candor was an understatement. this would be the first time encountering someone who was fearless enough to walk into the bureau and expect to lounge around. words came out in a bit of a shout, hoping to get the point across that it is dire for them to turn around before it's too late.

honesty was never really her strong suit. there was a reason why she didn’t test higher into candor. but her curiosity was getting the  better of her, especially here. she didn’t know whether or not she  should even be trusting the bureau at this point——it looked no different than the erudite compound and she wasn’t sure of what everything meant. there were plenty of things she KNEW for a fact. she could count the number of people that died around her, whether  it was on her own accord or by some other circumstance. so to say that she was succeeding at anything these days was far from the  truth. she nodded her head though, at least acknowledging the compliment.                                ”that’s just it. i didn’t mean to do                                 anything. i just——”             didn’t know what to choose. where to go. she just closed her             eyes and chose, not realizing the repercussions before it was             already too late.                                ”so you’re saying they want to keep                                 creating divergents. they want to                                 keep this——-genetically pure                                 bloodline going. right? that’s what                                 you mean, isn’t it?”

joel just sat there nodding endlessly to her questions, unable to break the daze of a daydream that he was stuck in. so many memories he  tried to forget just wouldn't go away, no memory serum could delete his past permanently. hues of blue and green irises left his knuckles  that were close to his lips.               "do you remember the big tree by the farms?                amity                they call it. i always forget the                name of that faction."    he didn't mean to go                onto  an  entirely  new subject, but he felt the                need to let something  horrible  off  his chest. perhaps he forgot about it because he hated his involvement several years ago.              "i was a friend of a faction member.. who was               a  resident  of  the  bureau  before it was his                time to donate himself to the city.    needless               to say, memory loss can either help someone               out or damage them even more. so..i went to               the tree that night, was jabbed by dauntless               soldiers with their guns, to retrieve his body." the friends name was permanently erased from societies minds, but the image of the mans face forever remained imprinted into joels. his friend dangling from the highest branch was the reason why amity had peace serum made to forcefully obtain happiness and keep it.              "when their studies backfire, they send in us,                the divergents to get their bodies. now that i                think of it, i'm not sure if it's for closure or a                new line of punishment."

You’ve seen what people do without leadership. They devour one another.