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I'm not surprised by mayhem. I'm not even surprised by the fact that I'm seeing the best and worst of people. That much I'd known since the Erudite attack on Abnegation, watching people without the serum who acted of their own accord. People had shot me and tried to drown me but also given up their lives to save me. No, none of what I've seen tonight surprises me.
What surprises me is that there was no precipitating incident, no premeditated coup. A siren had gone off and people had decided there was no reason to be anything but their worst selves. I could have stayed inside, could have stayed safe, but I'm too Dauntless, too Abnegation, too Divergent to just leave things and look after myself.
I'm not a superhero like some of the people I know. I don't have a mask or special powers. But I did have a lot of training and a lot of weapons and I'd brought both out into the streets of Darrow with me tonight. It's reckless and stupid but by the time the second siren rings out and I drag myself back home, I'm doing okay.
I have lots of cuts and bruises but nothing terrible, aside from a nasty cut in my left bicep. That one is going to need some attention, though I don't think it's deep enough to need stitches. As I exit the elevator to my floor, I can feel it stinging and I can't wait to get some bandages on it.
What surprises me is that there was no precipitating incident, no premeditated coup. A siren had gone off and people had decided there was no reason to be anything but their worst selves. I could have stayed inside, could have stayed safe, but I'm too Dauntless, too Abnegation, too Divergent to just leave things and look after myself.
I'm not a superhero like some of the people I know. I don't have a mask or special powers. But I did have a lot of training and a lot of weapons and I'd brought both out into the streets of Darrow with me tonight. It's reckless and stupid but by the time the second siren rings out and I drag myself back home, I'm doing okay.
I have lots of cuts and bruises but nothing terrible, aside from a nasty cut in my left bicep. That one is going to need some attention, though I don't think it's deep enough to need stitches. As I exit the elevator to my floor, I can feel it stinging and I can't wait to get some bandages on it.
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