The future belongs to those who know where they belong
Divergent + Landscape
Every faction conditions its members to think and act a certain way. And most people do it. For most people, it’s not hard to learn, to find a pattern of thought that works and stay that way. But our minds move in a dozen different directions. We can’t be confined to one way of thinking, and that terrifies our leaders. It means we can’t be controlled. And it means that no matter what they do, we will always cause trouble for them.
Tobias told me to figure out what this simulation means. He was right; it isn’t about the birds. It’s about control. Wings flap next to my ear, and the crow’s talon s dig into my shoulder. This time, I do not hit the bird as hard as I can. I crouch, listening to the thunder of wings behind me, and run my hand through the grass, just above the ground. What combats powerlessness? Power.
"If we’re afraid to be ourselves, then who are we? Where is there left to hide? But if we can conquer that fear, we just might be strong. Powerful. We just might be unstoppable.”
They built the wall to make us safe, the factions system keeps the peace, everyone seems to know where they belong except for me.
You can’t let them find out about you.
It is essential that we stick together as a family.
They built the wall to make us safe. The faction system keeps the peace. Everyone seems to know where they belong, except for me.
A new place, a new name. I can be remade here. “Tris,” I say firmly.
“We both have war inside us. Sometimes it keeps us alive. Sometimes it threatens to destroy us.”