turns to me, her arms folded like two bars across her body, keeping me out.
"I can't believe you," she said. "She's lying. Why can't you see that?"
"Because it's not there," I say. "I can tell when someone's lying just as well as you can. And in this situation, I think your judgment might be clouded by something else. Something like jealousy."
"I am not jealous!" she says, scowling at me. "I am being smart. She has something bigger planned, and if I were you, I would run far away from anyone who lies to me about what they want me to participate in."
"Well, you're not me." I shake my head. "God, Tris. These people murdered your parents, and you're not going to do something about it?"
"I never said I wasn't going to do anything," she says tersely. "But I don't have to buy into the first plan I hear, either."
"You know, I brought you here because I wanted to be honest with you, not so that you could make snap judgments about people and tell me what to do!"
"Remember what happened last time you didn't trust my 'snap judgments'?" Tris says coldly. "You found out that I was right. I was right about Edith Prior's video changing everything, and I was right about Evelyn, and I'm right about this."
"Yeah. You're always right," I say. "Were you right about running into dangerous situations without weapons? Were you right about lying to me and going on a death march to Erudite headquarters in the middle of the night? Or about Peter, were you right about
him?"
"Don't throw those things in my face." She points at me, and I feel like I'm a child getting lectured by a parent. "I never said I was perfect, but you— you can't even see past your own desperation. You went along with Evelyn because you were desperate for a parent, and now you're going along with this because you're desperate not to be damaged—"
The word shivers through me.
"I am not damaged," I say quietly. "I can't believe you have so little faith in me that you would tell me not to trust myself." I shake my head. "And I don't need your permission."
I start toward the door, and as my hand closes around the handle, she says, "Just leaving so that you can have the last word, that's really mature!"
"So is being suspicious of someone's motives just because she's pretty," I say. "I guess we're even."
I leave the room.
I am not a desperate, unsteady child who throws his trust around. I am not damaged.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
TRIS
I TOUCH MY forehead to the eyepiece of the microscope. The serum swims before me, orange-brown.
I was so busy looking for Nita's lies that I barely registered the truth: In order to get their hands on this serum, the Bureau must have developed it, and somehow delivered it to Jeanine to use. I pull away. Why would Jeanine work with the Bureau when she so badly wanted to stay in the city, away from them?
But I guess the Bureau and Jeanine shared a common goal. Both wanted the experiment to continue. Both were terrified of what would happen if it didn't. Both were willing to sacrifice innocent lives to do it.
I thought this place could be home. But the Bureau is full of killers. I rock back on my heels as if pushed back by some invisible force, then walk out of the room, my heart beating fast.
I ignore the few people dawdling in the corridor in front of me. I just push farther into the Bureau compound, farther and farther into the belly of the
beast.
Maybe this place could be home, I hear myself saying to Christina.
These people murdered your parents, Tobias's words echo in my head.
I don't know where I'm going except that I need space, and air. I clutch my ID in my hand and half walk, half run past the security barrier to the sculpture. There is no light shining into the tank now, though the water still falls from it, one drop for every second that passes. I stand for a little while, watching it. And then, across the slab of stone, I see my brother.
"Are you all right?" he says
tentatively.
I am not all right. I was beginning to feel that I had finally found a place to stay, a place that was not so unstable or corrupt or controlling that I could actually belong there. You would think that I would have learned by now—such a place does not