“Then everyone can call you Six.”“Four and Six,” I say.”

“thats it?" I say. Those were your worst fears? Why do you only have four..." My voice trails off. Only four fears."Oh" I look over my shoulder at him. "thats why they call you-”

“I laugh shakily. ‘You’re a little scary, Four.’‘Do me a favor,’ he says, ‘and don’t call me that.’‘What should I call you, then?’‘Nothing.’ He takes his hand from my face. ‘Yet.”

“You've never had a hamburger before?" asks Christine, her eyes wide."No," I say. "Is that what it's called?""Stiffs eat plain food," Four says, nodding at Christina."Why?" she asks.I shrug. "Extravagance is considered self-indulgent and unnecessary."She smirks. "No wonder you left.""Yeah," I say,rolling my eyes. "It was just because of the food."The corner of Four's mouth twitches.”

“Four!" I call out. Why am I calling a number? Oh yes. Because that's his name. — Tris.”

“I think I speak for everyone," he says, "when I say you have earned the title of Dauntless".”

“You're afraid of heights,'I say. 'How do you survive in the Dauntless compound?''I ignore my fear,' he (Four) says. 'When I make decisions, I pretend it doesn't exist.”