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"Tobias," I say. "It’s me" I step forward and wrap my arms around him. His body is stiff. His heart beats faster. I can feel it against my cheek. A thud against my cheek. A thud as the gun hits the floor. "Tris," he says, and it’s him again.

His arm wraps around me and he lifts me up, holding me against him, his hands clutching at my back…He sets me down and stares at me, his fingers brushing over my forehead, my eyebrows, my cheeks, my lips…I lean against him, and he supports me. “How did you do it?” I say. “I don’t know,” he says. “I   j u s t   h e a r d   y o u r   v o i c e.”

His voice is deep and it rumbles. "What’s your name?" "Um…" I don’t know why I hesistate. But “Beatrice” just doesn’t sound right anymore. "Think about it," he says, a faint smile curling his lips. "You don’t get to pick again." A new place, a new name. I can be remade here. "Tris," I say firmly. [ … ] The boy–Four–looks over his shoulder and shouts. "First jumper–Tris!" [ … ] Four sets a hand on my back and says, "Welcome to Dauntless."

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