CHAPTER
NINETEEN TRISI DON’T GO after him, because I don’t know what to say.
When I found out I was Divergent, I thought of it as a secret power that no one else possessed, something that made me different, better, stronger. Now, after comparing my DNA to Tobias’s on a computer screen, I realize that “Divergent” doesn’t mean as much as I thought it did. It’s just a word for a particular sequence in my DNA, like a word for all people with brown eyes or blond hair.
I lean my head into my hands. But these people still think it means something—they still think it means I’m healed in a way that Tobias is not. And they want me to just trust that, believe it.
Well, I don’t. And I’m not sure why Tobias does—why he’s so eager to believe that he is damaged.
I don’t want to think about it anymor
