Something about him makes me feel like I am about to fall. Or turn to liquid. Or burst into flames.
All the throbbing in my head comes back, and the ache in my shoulder, and I feel like my body weight doubles. I lean against him, and he supports me.
"How did you do it?" I say
"I don’t know," He says, "I just heard your voice."
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-Allegiant, Tobias Eaton
Tobias, as blank-faced as the rest of them. Was I wrong? Is he not Divergent?
Tears spark behind my eyes, and I blink them back as I turn away from him. People crowd into the car around me, so we stand in four rows, shoulder-toshoulder. And then something peculiar happens: fingers lace with mine, and a palm presses to my palm. Tobias, holding my hand.
When her body first hit the net, all I registered was a gray blur. I pulled her across it and her hand was small, but warm, and then she stood before me, short and thin and plain and in all ways unremarkable- except that she had jumped first. The stiff had jumped first.
Even I didn’t jump first.
Her eyes were so stern, so insistent.