Divergent Trilogy. Вероника Рот

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СКАЧАТЬ was right. Divergent is a dangerous thing to be. I just don’t know why, or even what it really means, still.

      “Why?”

      She shakes her head. “I can’t say.”

      She looks over her shoulder, where the light from the Pit floor is barely visible. I hear shouts and conversations, laughter and shuffling footsteps. The smell from the dining hall floats over my nose, sweet and yeasty: baking bread. When she turns toward me, her jaw is set.

      “There’s something I want you to do,” she says. “I can’t go visit your brother, but you can, when initiation is over. So I want you to go find him and tell him to research the simulation serum. Okay? Can you do that for me?”

      “Not unless you explain some of this to me, Mom!” I cross my arms. “You want me to go hang out at the Erudite compound for the day, you had better give me a reason!”

      “I can’t. I’m sorry.” She kisses my cheek and brushes a lock of hair that fell from my bun behind my ear. “I should leave. It will make you look better if you and I don’t seem attached to each other.”

      “I don’t care how I look to them,” I say.

      “You should,” she says. “I suspect they are already monitoring you.”

      She walks away, and I am too stunned to follow her. At the end of the hallway she turns and says, “Have a piece of cake for me, all right? The chocolate. It’s delicious.” She smiles a strange, twisted smile, and adds, “I love you, you know.”

      And then she’s gone.

      I stand alone in the blue light coming from the lamp above me, and I understand:

      She has been to the compound before. She remembered this hallway. She knows about the initiation process.

      My mother was Dauntless.

       CHAPTER SIXTEEN

      THAT AFTERNOON, I go back to the dormitory while everyone else spends time with their families and find Al sitting on his bed, staring at the space on the wall where the chalkboard usually is. Four took it down yesterday so he could calculate our stage one rankings.

      “There you are!” I say. “Your parents were looking for you. Did they find you?”

      He shakes his head.

      I sit down next to him on the bed. My leg is barely half the width of his, even now that it’s more muscular than it was. He wears black shorts. His knee is purple-blue with a bruise and crossed with a scar.

      “You didn’t want to see them?” I say.

      “Didn’t want them to ask how I was doing,” he says. “I’d have to tell them, and they would know if I was lying.”

      “Well…” I struggle to come up with something to say. “What’s wrong with how you’re doing?”

      Al laughs harshly. “I’ve lost every fight since the one with Will. I’m not doing well.”

      “By choice, though. Couldn’t you tell them that, too?”

      He shakes his head. “Dad always wanted me to come here. I mean, they said they wanted me to stay in Candor, but that’s only because that’s what they’re supposed to say. They’ve always admired the Dauntless, both of them. They wouldn’t understand if I tried to explain it to them.”

      “Oh.” I tap my fingers against my knee. Then I look at him. “Is that why you chose Dauntless? Because of your parents?”

      Al shakes his head. “No. I guess it was because…I think it’s important to protect people. To stand up for people. Like you did for me.” He smiles at me. “That’s what the Dauntless are supposed to do, right? That’s what courage is. Not…hurting people for no reason.”

      I remember what Four told me, that teamwork used to be a Dauntless priority. What were the Dauntless like when it was? What would I have learned if I had been here when my mother was Dauntless? Maybe I wouldn’t have broken Molly’s nose. Or threatened Will’s sister.

      I feel a pang of guilt. “Maybe it will be better once initiation is over.”

      “Too bad I might come in last,” Al says. “I guess we’ll see tonight.”

      We sit side-by-side for a while. It’s better to be here, in silence, than in the Pit, watching everyone laugh with their families.

      My father used to say that sometimes, the best way to help someone is just to be near them. I feel good when I do something I know he would be proud of, like it makes up for all the things I’ve done that he wouldn’t be proud of.

      “I feel braver when I’m around you, you know,” he says. “Like I could actually fit in here, the same way you do.”

      I am about to respond when he slides his arm across my shoulders. Suddenly I freeze, my cheeks hot.

      I didn’t want to be right about Al’s feelings for me. But I was.

      I do not lean into him. Instead I sit forward so his arm falls away. Then I squeeze my hands together in my lap.

      “Tris, I…,” he says. His voice sounds strained. I glance at him. His face is as red as mine feels, but he’s not crying—he just looks embarrassed.

      “Um…sorry,” he says. “I wasn’t trying to…um. Sorry.”

      I wish I could tell him not to take it personally. I could tell him that my parents rarely held hands even in our own home, so I have trained myself to pull away from all gestures of affection, because they raised me to take them seriously. Maybe if I told him that, there wouldn’t be a layer of hurt beneath his flush of embarrassment.

      But of course, it is personal. He is my friend—and that is all. What is more personal than that?

      I breathe in, and when I breathe out, I make myself smile. “Sorry about what?” I ask, trying to sound casual. I brush off my jeans, though there isn’t anything on them, and stand up.

      “I should go,” I say.

      He nods and doesn’t look at me.

      “You going to be okay?” I say. “I mean…because of your parents. Not because…” I let my voice trail off. I don’t know what I would say if I didn’t.

      “Oh. Yeah.” He nods again, a little too vigorously. “I’ll see you later, Tris.”

      I try not to walk out of the room too fast. When the dormitory door closes behind me, I touch a hand to my forehead and grin a little. Awkwardness aside, it is nice to be liked.

      Discussing our family visits would be too painful, so our final rankings for stage one are all anyone can talk about that night. Every time someone near me brings it up, I stare at some point across the room and ignore them.

      My rank can’t be as bad as СКАЧАТЬ