caroline forbes, 17, dauntless
We believe in defending those who cannot defend themselves.
O, but I can smile, Blondie. I just don’t see much use for it in a war zone. Definitely not for the fake cheerfulness that you radiate.
Oh but it’s not fake, Damon. I actually have things in my life to be happy about. Hopefully you’ll get to experience that one day. I’m doubtful, though. You’ve got a fatal case of pessimism on your hands.
Seriously? Are all Dauntless this pushy?
Fine. You can follow me back to Amity if you want.
Aren’t Amity people meant to be nice? You should have transferred when you had the chance.
Anyone up for the Hawk? I need a drink.
Are you buying?
Yeah the worst day. Help? Help how? Your idea of ‘helping’ usually consists of being disgustingly un-Dauntless and selfless. Contrary to popular belief Caroline, my idea of fun is not helping people carry their food home.
I— What’s wrong with that? Is it really that bad? There are people in this city who could use our help, it makes you feel really good about yourself knowing you’ve made a little bit of difference!
Caroline– just… trust me okay. The less people that know about this, the better.
He’s dead, Marcel. Why do you want to keep that a secret?
Maybe that’s because of your eternal annoying cheerfulness that is completely out of place in this godforsaken place, blondie…
Don’t act like you don’t like it, seeing as your life is so void of anything… good. Just because you live in a war zone doesn’t mean you can’t afford to smile every now and then, Salvatore.
Why? What faction are you from?
I’m leaving. I’ll be fine by myself.
…I’m from Dauntless. No, I’m coming with you.
And why are you still bothering me?
Because I’m bored. And you’re easy to wind up.
Oh. Of course.
I… I’m not so sure, actually. Everything I thought is… I just… I’m scared.
What happened? Scared of what?