“Peter: Where are you two going?Tris: Why aren't you with your attack group eating dinner?Peter: I don't have one. I'm injured.Christina: Yeah right, you are!Peter: Well, I don't want to go to battle with a bunch of factionless. So I'm going to stay here.Christina: Like a coward. Let everyone else clean up the mess for you.Peter: Yep! Have fun dying.”