"You two are fucked," the man spits out, holding his nose, his gaze darting nervously from Sweeney to Tris and then back again. Mad Sweeney only grins in response and spreads his arms wide as if to say, of course I'm fucked.

"Is that a no then?" he asks. "You're declining t'fight her after givin' her shit?"

The man lets go of his nose, but there's still blood flowing and he looks at Tris again, almost as if he expects her to save him from this entire situation.