As the night drew on I got to know my two new friends better.

Sharkie hated Erudite -thinking they were to nosey- but adored the colour blue. She also loved reading, which wasn't much of a Candor or Dauntless thing to do. She also said that she'd always admired the Dauntless and they're bravery, that she always wanted to join them.

Four, as I learnt, wasn't much of a talker. But when he did, it was mostly sass and sarcasm. Which was suppressing attractive, but didn't suit what I'd originally thought would be a stiff. When he was asked, 'why did you move?' he stared at Uriah -the questionnaire- as if he had suggested we light ourselves on fire and jump into the casam.

"Why not?" Four replied. "Why stay in dull robes, in a dull house, eating dull food, in a dull faction, when I had four options to get out of the fake place? I moved because I wanted to. The others, they could have too, they could've let their blood splatter onto the glass, the coals, the water, even the soil. Instead they chose to let it fall on the gray stones. Some sure that they've made the right choice, others questioning their decision for the rest of their lives. Its a flawed faction. They say they're 'selfless' yet their leader is the most selfish person I've ever met. They hide behind those gray loose fitting clothes to try to hide the hurt they feel."

Everyone looked at him as if he'd passed some sort of test. All except me. I was the only one to catch his eyes.

Sorrow. Hate. Remorse. Loathing. Anger. Fury. Pain.

It was all in his eyes. To any one else he was the scary guy with four fears and a face that made him look like he could break you in two and not batt an eyelid. But I saw the soft side of the guy.

Damaged.

I don't know how, but I sort of all clicked. Four was abused. The cuts on his flesh we'd seen when he got his tattoo. The hatred he felt towards his previous faction. The story his eyes told. 'They say they're 'selfless' yet their leader is the most selfish person I've ever met.' It was all coming together like the pieces of a puzzle.

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I tossed and turned on my queen sized bed. Too hot, so I'd throw off the blankets, then too cold so I'd scury off to find them.

The answer to my restlessness was not my room temperature, but a certain blue-eyed, brown hair boy there I'd not long met.

The light flickered on in my room and I forced my eyes to see through the blinding light.

At my door stood my mother. She closed the door behind her and slowly made her way to my bed.

The clock by my bed told me it was 3AM but it was an hour fast -I did that so in my morning rush I'd think I was going to be late for school.

I shuffled over on my bed making room for my mother.

Mum laid down beside me and we carefully scanned each others eyes.

"You're scared." She guessed.

Scared, I guess. But I wasn't scared for me. I was scared for him. For Four.

"Sorta," she gave me a small smile.

"Beatrice, I know, you think you know everything-"

"I don't think that."

She put up a finger as if to tell me to be quite. She continued, "but the truth is you don't. You see the glass as half empty Beatrice, when you can look at it as half full. But not only do you look at it as if its half empty but you long to know how to refill that glass, to try and restore things to their original form, but that can't always be done."

"What are you saying?" I question.

"Sometimes, things aren't what they seem. You want to restore what that glass to what it originally was but what if it was only ever half filled? Therefore it can't be fixed."

I shifted uncomfortably. "I-i-i don't understand."

She shook her head at this. "I think you understand Beatrice. You understand it perfectly. Or, if you don't, you will soon." She kissed my forehead. "Get some sleep." She said as she left the room, flickin the lights back off as she walked through my door.

Half full, or half empty?

I guess she was right. I understood. Perfectly. I was looking at Four as if he was a half empty glass, and with some help I could find the magical tap and refill him. But what if he was unable to be restored?

If he'd been putting up with abuse his whole life he'd be used to being half empty. Maybe... maybe I couldn't refill his glass, but I could make it half full instead of half empty. Could I not?

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Sorry for the wait.

I've been reading the PJO/HoO books. I'm only halfway through the Mark of Athena at the moment.

I seen Allegiant yesterday and had a fangirl attack. Worse than Mockingjay part 2.

I heard there's going to be two movies, but what's left for Allegiant P2/Acendant? Her death?

Be brave demigod tributes <4

-TheDivergentGames_75

17/04/16