real sacrifice

' Molly? Yeah, I've been stuck with her for sixteen years.  And yet here she is once again.  Will? What does he  have to with this?’

"Moves and countermoves."

"It is the things we love most that destroy us."

"Think about it. What could this mean?"

"No one can survive this."

"Did you see what he looked like?"

"I saw a coward."

"I would never say what he just said! Not if they tortured me, not with a gun to my head!"

"We need to respond."

"I never wanted any of this."

"Everyone has a choice."

"I'd rather die than say what he just said."

"You know what's in need of a revolution? That hair."

"Anyone can be replaced."

"I like you better without all that makeup."

"I like you better sober."

"I hope that wasn't important."

"Strength, courage, we find it in times like these."

"I can't lose both of them tonight!"

"It takes ten times longer to put yourself together than it does to fall apart."

"It's an honor to meet you."

"You don't happen to have any... medication, do you?"

"You're unbelievable."

"They're either going to want to kiss you, kill you, or be you."

"Are you sure you don't want me to go with you?"

"I wish they were all dead."

"There's no news."

"Do you have any other... conditions?"

"Can't sleep?"

"Will you stay with me?"

"Always."

"Please, just five more minutes!"

"You're not allowed to be in here."

"It's going to be a long night."

"Are you here to fight with us?"

upon hearing his words { desperate, filled with guilt } tris jolts to a stop, still showing her back to him. to the man she thought she can trust with all her secrets, the man she thought she can count on. clearly, she was wrong. foolish, even. now here it is again, the same feeling she had when her own brother { another man who she’d thought of as someone stable in her life } turned out to be a traitor. pale blue hues fixate on the ground, she feels anger, once again, rushing through her veins; uneven fingernails digging into the flesh of her palm.      she doesn’t care anymore. tris recalls the first time he’d told her how strong she was, the time when he’d bring her along to meet his mother           because he trusted her judgments. because he knew she would be honest with him, tell him if evelyn was only playing games using his longing for a mother, for a parent.                             she feels so small and weak now. 

she bites the inside of her cheek, her vision slowly becoming blurry & thememories just keep flashing mercilessly. he’d met with nita in secret, he’d chosen nita’s path over hers, he’d let them attack everyone, he, too, was responsible for uriah’s state, but none of these were nearly as painfulas the fact, that { despite her obvious love } he believed he was damaged.like those feelings meant nothing to him. like she meant nothing to him.honesty, trust, strength, sharpness      he’d never truely given her what he promised.

                                  he’d betrayed her.tris blinks the tears away & straightens. she still needs a few seconds to make sure her voice won’t break when she speaks, that she can remain{ or at least just seem to be } cold and indifferent. makes sure her wordswill stab when they sink in.

                                  ” Apparently, you failed. “

❝ …. ❞

    ❝ —- and if I say that it was? ❞

   ’ there is absolutely no need to thank me. i          just did what i had to do and something all of us         had done, if they just got the chance to. i’m just         glad i could save a few of you. out of the ashes. ‘

' alright.        — shall be better for the two of us.    sit down and tell me about what is on your mind. ‘

      tris sits down next to him, palms resting on her knees & she        glances up at him for a brief moment.

 ’ next time you sneak up behind me —     i  am  not  going  to  promise that i won’t     tackle you to the ground. now come here. ‘

Two months… two fucking months… Two fucking months it takes me to get back to a place where I can walk, let alone, fight…

Recovery was an arduous task for Johanna, and quite honestly, one of the most annoying experiences she’d had  to endure thus far, her games included. It would have been less painful to die there in that torture chamber, but here she was… Alive. Walking. Strong enough to train again. Livid enough to train again… The least Snow could have done was finish her off, but she held information he saw as vital, and he would not let a thing so precious slip through his grasp, especially if it meant giving her relief after all the trouble she’d caused him.

In the depths of thirteen, the victor and several others suited up for the day of training. To her right, a girl she’d seen in passing several times, but never had to contact was visibly having trouble reassembling her gun.

Johanna’s brows gathered with concern, slight confusion, and for the first time since she’d been up and about, laughter begged at her chest. This girl wouldn’t stand a day on the ground, but she was angry, and Jo recognized it right away.

"Having a little trouble there?"

it has been already three months that tris had to leave the sunlight along with the ruins of her home behind, that she had found a new purpose in life. she'd lived a decent life before, being the daughter of one of the representatives & a teacher back there. but there was no twelve anymore, no professional father, no loving mother, and since caleb turned out to be a capitol lackey, she had no brother either. she has no one in thirteen. only the burning fire, that she now, too, feels building up inside of every part, every inch, every cell of her body. the mere craving for revenge, distruction, the need for justice.

she doesn't realize how hard she is squeezing the slide until it slips and crashes against the ground; the sound of it, mixed with a harsh laughter drags her back into reality. tris glares at the victor    of course she knows who johanna mason is, way too well. she, too, had to watch all the games back then. there are so many professional soldiers and people who have already killed in this rebellious army, and then there's tris, who never had a gun in her hands before & she feels so.... pathetic among them.

lips strictly pressed together, she leans down and gathers the slide before straightening again, facing johanna. she has pride in herself, yes, but she also knows she needs instructions if she wants to kill all the capitol monsters.