My mother said people feared the Divergent because we couldn’t be controlled. That may be true, but fear of the uncontrollable is not a concrete enough reason to give Jack Kang for the Erudite wanting us dead. My heart races as I realize that I can’t answer his question.
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So! At some point, we have switched into a very similar sounding alternate Insurgent written in an alternate universe. (more…)
Last time, the Dauntless decide to spy on the meeting.
Today, we’re still in a version of the story where there’s a meeting, although of course it could be a totally different meeting. It’s impossible to ever know for sure. (more…)
SHAUNA LIES ON the ground, facedown, blood pooling on her shirt.
Lynn crouches at her side. Staring. Doing nothing.
“It’s my fault,” Lynn mumbles. “I shouldn’t have shot him. I shouldn’t have …”
Tobias verifies Shauna is not yet dead, which then makes me wonder what the fuck sort of training do they give these people that step one is Curl Up In Misery Ball And Blame Self and step ten or so is check to see if they’re actually dead or not. (more…)
BLOOD IS A strange color. It’s darker than you expect it to be.
I stare down at Marlene’s hand, which is wrapped around my arm. Her fingernails are short and jagged—she bites them. She pushes me forward, and I must be walking, because I can feel myself moving, but in my mind I stand before Eric and he is still alive.
He died just like Will did. Slumped just like Will did.
Also like all the many, many other people who’ve died, including the kid whose head you saw Eric blow apart just a few chapters ago. Or did that not happen again? (more…)
SOMEONE RAIDS THE Dauntless kitchens and heats up the imperishables kept there, so we have a warm dinner that night.
Huh. So I guess the rest just rotted. (more…)
Last time as we careened around between universes, author fiat happened to make Tris do something terrible and then terribly stupid.
Today, Tris is being asocial and avoiding the celebratory funeral. (more…)
I FORGOT MY watch.
Minutes or hours later, when the panic subsides, that is what I most regret. Not coming here in the first place—that seemed like an obvious choice—but my bare wrist, which makes it impossible for me to know how long I have been sitting in this room.
This does seem a great example of your general failure to plan this in any way at all. (more…)
Last time, plot says Tris does stuff, so stuff. More stuff. Brain structures matter and this is shocking. (more…)
Okay, so Tris is gonna die now. Tobias is screaming he wants to see her, and Peter tells her where a window is that they can glimpse each other through, and then they do that. (more…)
what my mother told me when she saved me from the tank during the simulation attack. Something about having watched the trains since the attack started. I didn’t know what I would do when I found you. But it was always my intention to save you.
But when I go over the memory of her voice in my mind, it sounds different.
I didn’t know what I would do, when I found you. Meaning: I didn’t know how to save both you and the file. But it was always my intention to save you.
I shake my head. Is that how she said it, or am I manipulating my own memory because of what Marcus told me? There is no way to know.
What we do know is that for a brief moment we can know with certainty this is the same story as the one in Divergent. Those words, they are indeed the words her mom said, and Marcus agrees these events happened while offering further information about what he says was really going on.
Of course, it’s impossible to know how long it’ll last, so we can’t assume this holds true for any further lines. But it’s nice to know where we are for a minute. (more…)
Last time, Tris is now back with the factionless/Dauntless coalition and reminds us that Evelyn is super evil because she’s both a woman and a rebel, the two worstest things, and then she must betray her boyfriend and save data at Marcus’ order because he’s only kind of evil! (more…)
Last time, stuff kept happening that didn’t make sense, but in a more unfocused way than usual. (more…)
Last time, Erudite are too stupid to realize people can detour through buildings. (more…)
Last time, our obligatory death. (more…)
Last time, the continued mandatory winnowing of the team. (more…)