#divergent will

First of i wanna share a theory from my mom when she watched Divergent with me. I know this is only a theory but it makes the most sense to me anyways, because in canon there's barely any evidence. Even though the scene in the movie where Tris encounters Will isn't the same as in the book, my mom did make a strong point, she said: "Perhaps Tris was in such shock after everything that has happened so far she didn't think twice and just shot him". Now i Understand this sounds pretty stupid, especially based on the movie because not that much has happened yet and she seemed pretty clear in her head at that point. But in the book she was already a mess; her mother already died in front of her, which she held herself responsible for and was also her worst fear. She almost suffocated to death by drowning! She had a million questions about her mother and her divergence which all came out at once after months! She saw her mother as a whole new person just killing mindless soldiers, and she clearly stated that she never imagined her mother as anything than an Abnegation born and that it was weird seeing her with such a determined look in her eyes shooting at people, so this behaviour from her mom must have been a big shock to Tris. And to top it off they also took Four away from her (which she mentioned twice) and to her it felt worse than if they had just killed him. Maybe she was indeed not thinking? She stated she shot at Will's head because that's where she aimed but it was never stated she meant to, she did the same to the 2 other soldiers she already killed. Maybe it never struck to her that injuring him would wake him up, and even if she did that brings us to the next option:

When Tris saw Four come at her troat in chapter 34 page 434, Jeanine clearly stated "He doesn't know you, the simulation manipulates him by altering what he sees-making him confuse enemy with friend." After that Tris says: "He's gone, Controlled by the simulation, he will now murder the people he called innocent not three minutes ago". Four almost wanted to kill her, and even if the simulation he was in wasn't the same as it was for the rest of the soldiers (including Will), it was an alternative version to work on Divergents. So Tris knew damn well what someone under a simulation that's less strong as the one Four was under could do when you're not Divergent; she saw a bunch of innocent Abnegation people (including her mother) get murdered in cold blood by people who were completely mind controlled and had no idea what they were doing. She knew that Will couldn't be taken out of the sim, even if she shot him somwhere else, which brings us to n.3:

In chapter 37 pages 470-471 there was a dialogue by Tris which stated: "My father fires over his shoulder at the guards pursuing him, but he is not fast enough. - He fires again. And again. The guards are under the simulation; they keep moving even when the bullets hit them, keep moving until their hearts stop-", this clearly shows that injuring mind controlled soldiers (thus including Will) wouldn't have gotten them out of the simulation until their hearts stopped by the too many bullets/injuries (by blood loss). Even though Tris was not aware of this before she shot Will, I'm sure she knew this deep down inside, that there was no stopping them unless they were killed, and that injuring them wouldn't work which is why she had to kill him.

Imagine Will teaching you the martial arts he learned during initiation.

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“Now step forward and bring your fist up to my throat,” Will said and chuckled lightly when you blinked up at him a few times, clueless. “Okay… How about this.” He thought for a moment and took a step forward, wrapping his left hand around your wrist. “Make a fist,” he instructed.

You did as he told you, feeling more idiotic by the second. “Will-”

“You asked me to teach you some of the moves I learnt in initiation, so I'm going to teach you. Watch me.” He gave you a reassuring smile and pulled your fist to come to a stop at his jugular.

He carried on talking, but you could feel him breathing, feel the vibrations of his voice and had to force yourself out of the daze.

“You're not listening, are you?”

“Sorry,” you grinned sheepishly and dropped your hand to your side, the close proximity suddenly making you uncomfortable. “I'm listening now.”

He gave you a questioning look which turned to a knowing smirk. “Okay.” He came to stand behind you and his hands found your waist this time, your back pressed against his chest.

“Step forward with your left foot,” he said, breath tickling your ear. You did as he told you, heartbeat quickening.

“Good,” he praised and took a deep breath. “Then bring your left hand up.” He was speaking barely above a whisper as he brought your hand up to come into contact with the punching bag.

He gave a nod. “If you do that right,” he released you, the warmth you felt from being close to him dwindling,“Your opponent would be winded.” And he left you alone, breathless and blushing in the training room.