. . um. Tris, I suck at this."
"You do, actually," she says with a grin. I feel a flare of jealousy. She clears her throat. "So, we know that these people are responsible for the attack on Abnegation, and that they can't be trusted to safeguard our city any longer. We know that we want to do something about it, and that the previous attempt to do something was . . ." Her eyes drift to mine, and her stare carves me into a smaller man. "Ill-advised," she finishes. "We can do better."
"What do you propose?" Cara says.
"All I know right now is that I want to expose them for what they are," Tris says. "The entire compound can't possibly know what their leaders have done, and I think we should show them. Maybe then they'll elect new leaders, ones who won't treat the people inside the experiments as expendable. I thought, maybe a widespread truth serum
'infection,' so to speak—"
I remember the weight of the truth serum, filling me in all my empty places, lungs and belly and face. I remember how impossible it seemed to me that Tris had lifted that weight enough to lie.
"Won't work," I say. "They're GPs, remember? GPs can resist truth serum."
"That's not necessarily true," Matthew says, pinching the string around his neck and then twisting it. "We don't see that many Divergent resisting truth serum. Just Tris, in recent memory. The capacity for serum resistance seems to be higher in some people than others— take yourself, for example, Tobias." Matthew shrugs. "Still, this is why I invited you, Caleb. You've worked on the serums before. You might know them as well as I do. Maybe we can develop a truth serum that is more difficult to resist."
"I don't want to do that kind of work anymore," Caleb says.
"Oh, shut—" starts Tris, but Matthew interrupts her.
"Please, Caleb," he says.
Caleb and Tris exchange a look. The skin on his face and on her knuckles is nearly the same color, purple-bluegreen, as if drawn with ink. This is what happens when siblings collide—they injure each other the same way. Caleb sinks back against the countertop edge, touching the back of his head to the metal
cabinets.
"Fine," Caleb says. "As long as you promise not to use this against me, Beatrice."
"Why would I?" Tris says.
"I can help," Cara says, lifting a hand. "I've worked on serums too, as an Erudite."
"Great." Matthew claps his hands together. "Meanwhile, Tris will be playing the spy."
"What about me?" Christina says.
"I was hoping you and Tobias could get in with Reggie," Tris says. "David wouldn't tell me about the backup security measures in the Weapons Lab, but Nita can't have been the only one
who knew about them."
"You want me to get in with the guy who set off the explosives that put Uriah in a coma?" Christina says.
"You don't have be friends," Tris says, "you just need to talk to him about what he knows. Tobias can help you."
"I don't need Four; I can do it myself," Christina says.
She shifts on the exam table, tearing the paper beneath her with her thigh, and gives me another sour look. I know it must be Uriah's blank face she sees when she looks at me. I feel like there is something stuck in my throat.
"You do need me, actually, because he already trusts me," I say. "And those people are very secretive, which means
this will require subtlety."
"I can be subtle," Christina says.
"No, you can't."
"He's got a point . . ." Tris sings with a smile.
Christina smacks her arm, and Tris smacks her back.
"It's all settled, then," Matthew says. "I think we should meet again after Tris has been to the council meeting, which is on Friday. Come here at five."
He approaches Cara and Caleb and says something about chemical compounds I don't quite understand. Christina walks out, bumping me with her shoulder as she leaves. Tris lifts her eyes to mine.
"We should talk," I say.
"Fine," she says, and I follow her into the hallway.
We stand next to the door until everyone else leaves. Her shoulders are drawn in like she's trying to make herself even smaller, trying to evaporate on the spot, and we stand too far apart, the entire width of the hallway between us. I try to remember the last time I kissed her and I can't.
Finally we're alone, and the hallway is quiet. My hands start to tingle and go numb, the way they always do when I panic.
"Do you think you'll ever