Becoming fearless isn’t the point. That’s impossible. It’s learning how to control your fear, and how to be free from it.
└ Tris Prior (Divergent)
Tris: His fingers brush my neck. My body tenses. A tender gesture? No—he has to move my hair to the side.
Tobias: My fingertips prickle, remembering how I touched her shoulder when she walked into the simulation room, how I brushed her hair away from her neck to inject her. Stupid. Careless.
In our factions we find meaning,we find purpose,we find life.