My smile is tired but it's there. "That's how it starts." When I first Chose Dauntless, I hadn't really been able to imagine myself getting a tattoo. Then I'd gotten my first and my mother hadn't disapproved, so I'd gotten the others. Then I came to Darrow and now my body is a map. So little about this city feels permanent. I think, though it's morbid, that's why I get tattoos the way I do. It means something happened and that it was real.

I think about it, shifting slightly in place so that I can again feel the throb of the bruise in my shin. Logic tells me I should take the offer. The part of me that hurts and that wants to translate it to physical instead of emotional pain says to ignore that.

"I'm still good for a run if you are."